If a driver cut me off, for example, I'd ride his bumper and make obscene gestures at him, along with cursing and swearing as loud as I could, with the window down.

Indeed contrary to conventional wisdom (which held that it was the urban bourgeoise who debased true venatorial values

A horse rides easy or hard, slow or fast.

Whisky he sipped at suspiciously, and still had not got an adult taste for; but wine he loved, and he put back champagne as if it were lager, with awful belches and chuckles after each glass.