It wasn't exactly while I was in a car but was lots of fun anyway.
When I was training for triathlon I used to cycle to work a couple of times a week (60 km/37 miles each way) and one morning, in heavy traffic, a guy in a sports car blasted his horn at me and shouted abuse because he thought I shouldn't have been on the road.
No problem there. It often happened, but the traffic was very heavy and about 6 or 8 km down the road I caught up to him, stalled in heavy traffic. I pulled around outside him, gave his car a little pat on the roof, and said, "How're you going mate?" and left him eating my dust.
No doubt he beat me to the city, but not by much and I had my moment of satisfaction. >:-)