... in my Maxima. :boring: Passed a spikey-hair ricer kid who was driving 35 in a 50 in his brand-new lowered & winged IS 300 (that his mommy probably bought him) on a back-country SoCal road. He decided that he didn't want to get passed by a 7 year old car with 80K on the clock and cheap plastic wheelcovers, so he gave that POS every thing it had and I still easily passed him in 3rd gear. I could've lost the guy, but I'm not 16 anymore (too many tickets). Now he's riding my ass (because he's humiliated that his wing didn't give him more horsepower), so I whip on my right turn signal, slam on my brakes and wave the a**hole by. Now doesn't he feel better. Now wouldn't that story have been a whole lot cooler if I was driving my Skylark, and he got graced with a faceful of fumes? The only problem with having a daily driver... are those times you wish you were driving your Buick! Which is most of the time...
