I got gas this morning and gleefully frolicked to my "Ego Boast" killing VW sedan.
As I got on the road a black RAM 3500 followed me out and I think he was a ballerina because
they danced on my bumper for 3.5 miles until I got to the intersection of Route 272 & 273 yeah really.
I caught the light with dancing boy right up into my grille. Using a line from the show " Street Outlaw's" for which
I hate. As soon as the light turned green, I never saw him again..... Torch and sizzled his bacon.
On the way home I hit the back roads I frequent, and a fool pulled right out in front of me in an old Suburban.
He was doing about 25 mph in a 40 and was all over the road like he was tossing a Caesar salad with chopsticks.
Anyhow I had to follow this dude all the way home because he took all the same roads I do.
That said I couldn't pass him as all those roads are solid lines. I did however stay 3 cars behind him. As we hit a turning circle, I saw him, and he was only like 40 years old. And by this time, it was obvious he thought I was following him...