Kylie, me and really angry people

I named my car after Kylie Minogue- small and cute yet sexy, and most definitely a survivor. I have been driving to KL since my college is in Brickfields, and to be honest, I am not exactly a good driver and neither do I take as much care of Kylie as I should. After ignoring Kylie's very noisy gearbox for months, I finally bought her to the mechanic, only to find out that there wasn't anything wrong with the gearbox itself- it was the mat blocking the clutch. Every time I changed the gear I couldn't step on the clutch properly, so I have to force the gear into its position. I felt like an idiot- I had just confirmed the believe that female drivers are bad drivers! But it was an honest mistake that anyone could have made, right?
I only started driving on a regular basis in Kl since I started my course in Brickfields. When I first started, my driving was terrible! I was impatient, I cut into other people's lanes when I should have waited, I NEVER gave way and I couldn't side-park. Then one day, when my dad came to KL, he said "You don't give way to other people and you expect other people to give you way?" Oooops. Sounds like I have been a jerk. Since then, I try to be more patient, but it is difficult. I never had the habit of using the 'f' word, and neither have I shown anyone the middle finger (yet), but somehow, when I am on the road, I have to practice some self-restraint to stop myself.
But then again, everyone else is angry, and I mean ANGRY- honking, staring and shouting whenever someone else cuts into their lane, or when someone else refuse to let them cut into their lane, or when someone else parks in 'their' parking lot. The stress mounting while being stuck in a traffic jam creates even more anger, and being late makes it worse. Since Kylie had her window smashed and was scratched, however, I decided that all that anger wasn't worth it- I am going to be driving for a very long time, and it really takes up A LOT of energy to be angry for that long. I wonder how other people do it. From now on, I am like, its all zen yeo, and its all cool. Peace, man, peace. (try imagining a surfer dude saying that and you'll get what I mean)
That approach doesn't exactly improve my driving skills, but at least my blood pressure is normal when I am driving. In the meantime, Kylie will still have to put up with me. In fact, I am really surprised that I haven't gotten involved in any major accidents. Now do you know why I call her a survivor?