"Good God Almighty! What's that nut think he's doing?!" (Head extended out of window, eyeballs bulging, neck purple with rage.) "Ya nut, what the hell y' think yer doin'?'' My Old Man wrestled with the wheel of his beloved Olds as he glared through the windshield at his age-old traditional enemy, the 'other driver. "Didja see that fathead!? Naturally, another one of them insane Illinois drivers. They oughta ban them guys from the roadl" . . .