After the 3rd time he 'did' me like that, I lost my religion a little bit, went around him and gave him the old 'I'll show you' lane change (that's the one where you don't leave plenty of margin when changing back into the other lane). That's all it took - he roared up next to me, pretty angry, I imagine.
So, I waved at him (no, not with the middle finger), downshifted 2 gears (did I mention that I was driving a Porsche?) and ran it up to about 125 for a mile or so, figuring that if he was mad enough to really come after me, I could easily out-drive him to the nearest place of safety.
It was fun. I hate those Miami people...
He probably never realized.
(that’s the one where you don’t leave plenty of margin when changing back into the other lane).