My attempt to pass you this morning during my commute to work was not an insult of your manhood. There was really no reason to accelerate, almost hit the car in front of you and veer into my lane so that you could get back to being a car length ahead of me.
Was my German-built, non-tricked out, un-decaled auto without tinted windows (which was also missing the “These Colors Don’t Run” bumper sticker) really that much of an affront? The last straw?
I’m sure your car goes very fast in a straight line. I’m glad for you. I’m glad you like it. Just don’t nearly cause an accident the next time you get stuck behind a slower driver, ok? Thanks.