Up until recently, I was the opposite. Had a '93 corsica, that I knew was not going to last much longer. When someone with a nice, fast car would do that, I would speed up and make sure that they did not pass me. Sometimes, if it was night and they started flashing at me, I would then match up with another car to force them to go slow. A-hole thing to do, but if they wanted to drive like that and expect everyone to move out of their way, I saw no reason to defy their expectations a bit.I cheerfully drive a clapped out 1994 Toyota pickup truck with a 4 cylinder engine and make way when the ego-powered monster machines need to pass me by. Having owned not one but two 1969 Dodge Chargers and a very quick motorcycle in my time, I don't really feel the need anymore. I did all my proving, nothing more to say. I stay slow, keep it between the ditches (mostly) and never let the road-ragers get to me. Life is too short, and people around here are too quick to pull a gun and shoot you in the noggin for daring to disrespect their ride.
Now, I share a car with my brother, so I try not to do something that could damage it.