Granted, I may be a little more sensitive to this sort of thing, given that I've only been driving for... wow. I've only had my license for five months. It feels a lot longer than that! Hooray for freedom!
Sorry. Still get a little excited.
Anyways, this guy behind me was being a pain in the ass, and I kept up a little monologue about how by riding my ass, he was simply encouraging me to slow down to exactly the speed limit. I got to a red light, and he pulled up just enough that I wasn't being blinded and I saw the license plate in my rear-view mirror. It had a star and three numbers on it, and for a second, I tried to figure out if it was some band or something that the driver was supporting. Then I looked up. The car had siren-y lights on top (I'm sure there's a technical name for those, but I don't know what it is).
The jerk was a cop.
So I felt even better about standing my ground and driving the speed limit.