Driving personalities can be likened to balls in a bowler's repertoire. While cricket is supposedly a gentleman's game, these balls can hurt, just like the impatient drivers on the road.

Off-cutter

these folk believe they have the skill to fit their seven-seater into five feet of space. They think their car can change attitude like a pair of flip-flops and that the real estate immmediately in front of you is theirs by divine right. of all the driver types listed here, none has more ability to bring to boil a cauldron of seething, simmering hatred. Master of the 'bad drive'. Enough said.

Seamer

There are actually two types of deliveries in this category - one behaves like what Dwayne Bravo would produce on a bad day - all over the place, like the proverbial loose cannon, or tight and controlled like Michael Holding. Either is dangerous, the former decidedly more so. Connecting with the former usually means you've become a statistic.

Googly

The Googly driver is someone who is hours late for an appointment and thinks that by driving like a mad man he can arrive in time for an interview that should have taken place an hour ago. Traffic in front of him is anathema; open road must be before him evermore (bus and taxi drivers usually fall into this category). Unpredictability is his forte. We must admit, though, that most of us are secretly in awe of the skills of these Formula One drivers. It takes experience to slot in on your way out and, despite the widespread disapproval that these drivers draw, they do look cool. Then again, when they get it wrong, the smelly stuff really hits the fan.

Slow Ball

A resident of the toll highway and the country roads, he is a myocardial infarction waiting to happen. He decidedly drives at 20 km/h under the speed limit under the pretence of saving gas. On the back roads of this country he builds up a trail that's miles long. Every car behind him has had to brake and wait their turn to accelerate in order to pass. How much gas is really saved? Then there is the Ultimate Slow Ball - two slow balls trundling along a two lane stretch of blacktop at exactly the same speed - and blocking progress.

Whizzer

This is a driver with sonic capability. The Whizzer just needs to blow his own horn. Meant to intimidate other drivers around him, this driver is in his element behind little old ladies and more timid drivers. Listen folks, the adage 'you have no power over me unless I give it to you' rings true here. The turd blaring his horn behind me will not cause me to go faster or pull over. If those short, staccato blasts decide to meld into a reverberating, incessant tone, I will lock up the car, take out the keys, and sit on the sidewalk. We've got to take a stand!