Or just the general, low-level "get out the way you f%&$ing mug!" stuff we used to see (and occasionally be part of) every morning on the A3 into London.

I don't miss those days at all. I'll keep the N125 thanks!

You're right - I started talking about the thing that I originally was a separate discussion. D'oh!! Getting back to being on the receiving end of someone else's rage has happened to me a few times - and most of those involved the same situation: me taking too long to change a lane. When I first started driving here, I drove like I did in rural cambridgshire - signal well ahead of time, then gradually move over to the required lane (with the ticker still going). On busy Lisbon roads, that's just too slow because it appears to them you are straddling two lanes for longer than you need to and impeding their progress. Its also a bit frustrating when joining a motorway from a slip road as other drivers tend not to move over to allow you to merge in. You're expected to slip in quickly - at speed. If you don't, you get beeped for forcing others to slow down for you and wait while you get up to the expected 120km/h!

Also my policy, some years ago in VRSA I eventually came to a stop, got out opened the boot and invited the culprit to enter.

He was not amused

As someone who is still doing the daily commute on one of Britain's motorways the one thing I will say mainland Europeans have that Brits don't have and that is motorway lane control and discipline.

Everyday I encounter countless members of the "Middle Lane Owners Club" who appear to think the inside lane is a no go area.

Anyway, some light hearted educational material here

http://www.lum.co.uk/mloc/motorways.html

the same thing happened to me; It was in heavy slow city traffic. I was on a motorbike and the other party was in a car. I considered him to be threatening me with a deadly weapon, so I stopped right in the middle of the road; he got out all mad, jumping and hollering.

I stood there and just looked at him until he was through and finally got back in his car. Lucky for him I'm an even tempered type; I was actually pretty mad though.
I have a black belt in karate, so it would be bad if I lost my temper.

For tailgaters I find that using the windscreen washers works a treat or rear fog lights (they think they are brake lights)I think EDP must supply the power for indicators or perhaps they are optional extras! I also think speed limits only apply to certain drivers, however, I wouldnt swap driving in Portugal for driving in the UK anytime soon.

Makes me smile when people talk about the driving / traffic here.
Remember taking 3 hours from Croydon to the centre of London, with 10,000 cursing swearing plonkers all around me, last visit 5 hours of the same from Dover to Bedford, normal commuting with all of those Angelic 'child on board' ladies making 3 mile journeys an hour of hooting and finger waving.
Driving in Portugal is like being in heaven

I agree; and with the financial crisis, the roads are even more empty out where we live north of Aljezur.
It's a long drive into town, but I can pretty much just relax and think about life and the universe as the scenery slips by. Overall, I really like driving in Portugal.

When I was first here, I still had my motorbike. I took some small roads through the Serra da Estrela. I think it was the best ride I ever had [and I've had many].

THIS! Only time I expierenced road rage was when I gave the middle finger when I 1st moved here, they take it really bad!

I have since learned to accept that they(the Portuguese) are dangerously bad/aggressive/dangerous drivers and don't get myself worked up. I also got a wake up call about the difference here, something I would never imagine would happen in the UK... while out for a Sunday drive with the pregnant wife and my 3 year old in the car on a country road there was a nifty 50 welded to my back bumper so I waved him past, he pulled along side and was shouting something, me thinking there was a problem perhaps with my car I stupidly stopped. He was telling me to get out of car while trying to block me off... so I sped off, at the next junction he caught up and pulled out a pistol from the back of his trousers!! It took some eratic driving to get rid of him!

Now guns are always on my mind so I avoid road rage at all costs!|(we never know who has one)