Isn't that the truth. My wife is the most docile calmest nicest person you'll ever meet until she gets behind the wheel. Then she treats the car like it's a weapon. She drives too fast, she tailgates, you don't want to cut her off because she'll get in front of you and slam on her brakes. I have refused to ride with her for years.
I hate drivers who toot their horn at you for no other reason than because they are an inpatient asshole. I just stop the car and wait a minute or two. It annoys them no end!
That cartoon is straight out of the 1950s, I remember seeing it as a kid. Look at the woman's hair style and her bathing suit. That would have been considered risque humor in 1958.