I figure if they are making the time to slow me down, I will make the time to return the favor.
Glad to know I'm not the only one. I drive an auto as I drive a motorcycle. Offensive, w/plenty of throttle to put myself in a favourable position. The speed police justify their abuse of the left lane by assuring themselves that by driving the speed limit they are conforming to the intent if not the letter of the law. They aren't familiar w/prohibiting the flow of traffic if they are going the posted limit.
On two-lane double yellow & posted speed are merely suggestions for those that have nothing under the hood, are too old to merge into traffic/limber enough to turn their head and look for traffic when backing out on the street and leisurely drivers on the Sunday cruise to nowhere.
Some folks will pull over to get me off their arse. Others are oblivious to anyone else as they're too self-absorbed in their own little world. Hot Springs Village is full off retirees and State Hwy 5 & 7 is clogged w/them. You pick them out easy enough because regardless of speed or posted speed they'll hit/ride the brake all the way from before the beginning of the curve until the end. Then, the men mostly, in order to prove their prowess will speed up on straight stretches where others would wish to pass.
It's why I run 93 octane and flog the turbo at will. Plus, I can't see around SUV/trucks & do not wish to focus on a rear bumper and brake lights if at all possible. If there's half a dozen in front of me I'll have to fall in line.
Freeway/interstate I'm coming up behind you and will toggle my high beams on/off as a hint that you really do not need to camp-out in the passing lane. I realize there's a lot of older drivers that do not see well and quite possibly taking prescription medication daily.
Once on a bike I approached HSV and an older man pulled out blocking my lane making a space for himself to get into the flow of traffic going opposite of me. In haste I slowed down and flipped him the byrd. He reciprocated in kind. I laughed so hard as he put a huge smile on my face. I only hope if I reach my 80's and am still driving that I'll have the spunk/quick wit to offer the finger to young whippersnappers/neer-do-wells driving like the dickens going to hell in a hand basket.
Unfortunately the odds are closing that I'll be beeping my horn, "Road Hog"!
Oh Magoo, you've done it again.