So, the other day, I've got a green light when about 8 bicyclists run their red and turn directly in front of me. Now, I'm driving a Civic hatchback with good brakes at a little under the speed limit, and I have to lay down a little rubber to keep from hitting the last one, so I honk a little. Not laying on the horn for thirty seconds or anything, just a little tap. Most of the bicyclists look a little sheepish, but one guy flips me off, starts yelling, and slows down and starts weaving back and forth in front of me.
So I pull into the oncoming lane and speed up to start passing him and he tries to get back in front of me. So I look over, make eye contact with him, smile, and make a quick right-then-back-left jerk on the steering wheel to warn him I have no real moral qualms with leaving him with a few broken bones and a trashed bike, at which point he looks absolutely petrified and runs himself off the road.
I guess what I'm saying is that a sense of entitlement to break traffic rules on a vehicle that can be taken out by a pedestrian is funny.