To the girl in transit

To the 'Girl in transit'

Why do we portray the "white van man" with such disdain, likening him to a 21st century equivalent of a 19th century pirate on the high sea. His high handed disregard for other road users as he fills your rear view mirror with his radiator grill flashing his lights to hurry you out of the way, must have had a similar effect to seeing the sails of a Caribbean adventurer sail into view, his focus clearly on your ship.
The cocky sometimes 'rude boy' image is redolent of a person who would prefer the physical approach to solving a problem rather than a measured discourse about alternatives. His vehicle, the Transit Van is seen around the metropolis as a symbol of the pugnacious attitude of the owner, dangerous and vindictive in most situations and not to be taken likely.
What is it then, (since the van its self is inanimate) about the people who own these vehicles which makes them behave to type. What is the drug that inflames them to behave in an aggressive way. Is it the hight of the cab which allows them to peer down on the lesser mortals in the car ahead, is it the impossible deadline to be in two places at once, or is it, like owning a pit bull, encased in the aphrodisiac of untrammelled power to making your presence felt.

Actually all bluff as always there are many exceptions to the rule and you are one of them.