Heh, my husband and I used to regularly talk about getting an old beater car and deliberately swerving into bad drivers, parking even worse then the worst parkers, etc. etc. It became this whole fantasy where we'd don crash helmets to make ourselves look especially crazy, keep the windows rolled down, and screech at the top of our lungs as we tried to "scare straight" the assholes on the road. This was in South Florida, where the roads are full of assholes--and where the cops won't even show up if the other driver does less than about $1k damage to your car, so it would have been pretty safe. We never actually did it, but every once in a while we still think of it. I'm sorry about your old girl. May she RIP.