...when idiots in their frickin minivans or saturns try to keep up with me or in front of me through the canyon or where-ever and they're weaving all over the damn place. like i'm gonna think wow, that fat ass slob in their POS is really fast
, hmmm why did i buy a porsche?
actually what i hate, is the fact that not only are they ruining my little spirited jaunt (cuz i've peeled back from them just in case they wreck - now only to have the jack-ass in his 42' high ford pickup riding my ass to prove something), but if and when they wreck, i'm mandated by law to stop and save the bastard!!!!! well, maybe i'll let them die a little
and then kick into trapper john md mode!!!!!
i need my own autobahn