No, it's not just you. I believe city life destroys courtesy, on almost all levels, these days. Everyone is in a hurry, everyone has "rights", everyone is self important, and everyone else is in everyone's way. It's hideous. Everyone 'expects' to be safe, and will sue when they find out that that doesn't work.
The very first time I experienced road rage I was in North Sydney, in 1973. I was up there in the army from Wodonga, and I obviously didn't understand something that I should have. This fat, bald bloke in a suit got out of his car (ironically the same model Fiat that I was driving) and crossed the traffic to kick my passenger door. I was so gobsmacked that I didn't react at all. I guess Sydney was crazy even then.
I can't tell you how much that means to blokes like I used to be. I only ever drove a couple of trains, but B-Dubs are bad enough. The biggest things I'm asking, on a road like that and you are coming the other way, are where are the spoon drains, how soft are the edges, where are my run offs; so some courtesy from the 'locals' is very much appreciated, and I thank you, even if it wasn't you in person. One thing you don't mention, but I bet you did it, was to get off to the side early, so we'd know what you were up to. One of the best ways to pick a smart local from a transient is the anticipation shown.

