Not Assholes, But Rude

This morning I took a walk. The breeze was blowing, and the sun was up and warm as I meandered my way home.
But the cheery silence was broken by two cars hauling ass down the hill, screeching their tires and revving their engines and rattling their frames with speed. They nearly hit me, and continued to race away.
It doesn't take a lot to be considerate. Or inconsiderate. Which one would you rather be?