[woodsman]

I toot along around the speed limit in the right lane and ignore these over amped types and pretend I'm the well-adjusted, well- educated and relatively rich person they imagine me to be unless they tailgate me for a while and a curve presents itself whereupon I'll instruct them on racing line, Boxster agility and grip levels and g-force levels they've never experienced before. They never tailgate me after that. Schools out!