Driver doing 25 in a 40 does not appreciate my "wake the fuck up and stop driving like a retard" horn usage and flashing high beams and makes his thoughts known with a gesture out the window. Whatever. I blow by at the earliest convenient safe spot. He REALLY doesn't like that and floors it to catch up to me. After a few turns (which led literally nowhere and made no sense for anyone to ever make) it was obvious he was following me and VERY irate.
So I stepped on it and found that he was still sticking to me despite some legitimately dangerous speeds. Figuring there's no way I'm going to get rid of this guy without sliding out, I head towards the police station and turn in. The bastard starts to turn in after me, but once he spots that I've just pulled up window-to-window with a cop, he pulls back out and FLOORS IT out of there. I exchange a few words with the officer (who I happen to be on a first name basis with on account of having partied with him a few times)
"Hey Officer <suchandsuch> That guy was just following me."
"Yeah, and that turnaround he made looked like reckless driving to me. See you later."
I hang out in the cop lot for a few minutes to get my adrenaline back down, and am highly amused when two more officers leave, including one with the drug dog. I later drive by and there's this guy, bent over the front of a police cruiser and handcuffed, his belongings spread out on the hood and 4 police officers and a dog searching every inch of the car.
All because a moron that couldn't drive correctly decided to take it personally when someone else could.