There is something about car movies that makes me feel the need to drive incredibly aggressively for days following the movie.
After watching the adrenaline-pumping Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, I drove home in a rather reckless manner, zooming past the average driver on the back roads of Utah Valley. That was until the flashing lights of a police officer who just pulled over another aggressive driver reminded me of the consequence of driving so fast through the city streets.
The first time I ever experienced this phenomena I was 17 years old and driving back to my parent's home after watching The Italian Job at my friends house.
You would think that Sunday afternoons with my brother Justin, when I am forced to watch NASCAR races most of the afternoon (that is when the Bronco's aren't playing), would induce the same reaction. But alas, I can watch race cars all day long without any behavioral changes.