On my way home, I was confronted with one of the things I hate the most. The professional racing driver on a regular street. You know the guy that is never satisfied with staying in one lane on a 35 mph road. Constantly pushing his Honda Accord with a high flow muffler and 5 inch tip to the extreme so that he can get to that next red light before the other person. The guy who hits 11,000 rpms and then slams on his breaks because he too like the rest of us must stop for the next light. The guy who cuts you off because he thinks this lane holds the key to him breaking onto the Indianapolis 500 speedway.
This is the same guy on the interstate that you see in the right lane , quickly switching to the next lane with no blinker, nearly dodging a mini van full of kids, despite no one being in front of him. The guy who pushes you to go faster because he is drafting on your rear bumper...and you get over to let him go by and he slows down because he's got no marbles to go his own speed....so he drafts the next person he can find going close to the speed he wants....
I hate you
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