Easy there

I cut off a brand new Dodge Charger yesterday that had intended to race to the next block upon the light turning green (likely to keep anyone from getting in front of him). The dude didn't like it all too much when I sped past him at Jet-speed and put myself directly in front of his gas guzzling hunk of metal. He honked, I waved and smiled.

I think he was butt-hurt that his American Muscle car was outrun by a Japanese Hybrid sedan. I totally had the torque advantage.

Anyway, the jerk tailgated me all the way across the Hawthorne bridge, through SE Industrial until finally turning of Division onto 11th (about 3 miles).

Mind you, I was moving fast, doing as much as 30 over the speed limit at times. Yep, still tailgating me.

Upon turning off onto 11th, he had the nerve to flip me off. Really? You're mad at me? Come on, grow a dick. Be a man and accept that your fake "Hot Rod" isn't a golden ticket to be a douchebag.

It never ceases to amaze me how "tough-guys" in their muscle cars think they're just that hot and important.

By that logic, if I'm an uneducated, filthy asshole, I should be allowed to break all the rules.

Wait. Now I'm confusing myself with my own conclusions.

To the Hybrid!

Gregsta'