Yeah, he is my buddy.
This reminds me: I passed a guy on base once at Eielson, in Fairbanks. He was driving very slowly and the roads were bad with snow. I passed safely, in a passing lane, and went about my business--went to NAPA in North Pole. While I was in there he showed up, too, and said to me "geez, I guess you were in a big hurry to get here." It had been about 15 minutes since I passed him, and the legal/agreeable pass seemed like a non-issue, so it didn't register with me. After a second of seeing that he was displeased, I said "oh, you are from base? Yeah...I guess I was," in my typical decent humor. He was actually angry though, and told me that he was security forces and that I should "come and see him at his office sometime." We were off base at this point, so it was all just posturing. But I got it--he was mad that I passed him and was less confident in my driving than I was. So I tried to diffuse it, but he persisted. Eventually we both got excitable, raised our voices, and then left with harsh words spoken.
MONTHS later I found an old truck at the garbage dump down the road from my house. It had an SM465 and a NP203 in it so I went one night with a headlamp and a bunch of tools (it was legal to take, but it was winter and always dark...and cold). I got to pulling stuff and as I was doing it someone pulled in and got out of their vehicle, and asked what was going to happen with the rear axle--he stated that he wanted it. I said it was all his, and explained what I wanted off the old rig. So he went home, got some tools, and came back to join me. As soon as he hopped under the truck with me I recognized him immediately. I laughed and said "ha, I just knew we would get along!!" We pulled all the parts together, and helped load it into each others' trucks, out in the cold. I saw him multiple times on base, after that, and we always interacted very nicely--he asked about my projects, I about his, and it was good.
I say all that to say that you sound like a total prick, but I think we could get along.