I’d grabbed my cell phone and made one of my pretexting calls to the DMV, running the BMW’s license plate and getting the owner’s name and address. Then I called an internal department at PacTel Cellular (only two cell phone companies serviced Southern California at the time, so I had a fifty-fifty chance of getting it right the first time), gave the guy’s name and address, and found that yes, PacTel Cellular had his account. The lady gave me his cell phone number, and hardly more than five minutes after the jerk had cut me off, I called and got him on the phone. I was still shaking with anger. I shouted, "Hey, you fucking dick, I’m the guy you fucking cut off five minutes ago and almost killed us both. I’m from the DMV, and if you pull one more stunt like that, we’re going to cancel your driver’s license!"