Drag Race Por Favor?

Have you ever been on the highway, maybe in the middle of a town, perhaps stopped at a traffic light, when you look to your side and catch the eye of the guy driving the hummer next to you? He's peering at your Oldsmobile Alero, a perfectly respectable vehicle, and he's looking at it like he could spit on it and it would evaporate into thin air? This happened to me on my way up to school this afternoon.

I swear every person that passed me was driving a big, overcompensating, gas guzzling truck and staring at me as they passed with this smug ass look on their face. The breaking point was a Hummer clad from bumper to bumper in U of M stickers. U of M, for those of you who don't know, is referring to the University of Michigan, the rival of my favorite team, Michigan State University. So this guy pulls up right on my bumper, even though I'm going a respectable 75 mph. He revs his engine like the douche bag he is, and proceeds to pass me, and it looked in my mind as if he was cackling on his way by. True, he was probably not laughing maniacally as he sped past me, but in my twisted head he was.

So this just pissed me right off. It was early, for me anyway, and I hadn't had any coffee, and I was sick of pompous assholes thinking they owned the world. So I sped up. I sped up quickly, with a purpose damnit!

And I passed that asshole. Oh yes, sweet victory was mine! I passsed him going a smooth 85 mph and crankin my far superior music as he played his ridiculous pop radio.

That's right dear followers, it felt damn good too.

Plus, the fact I didn't get a ticket was an added bonus.

The moral of the story is this. If you're speeding down the highway and you feel a sudden urge to drag race the fuck out some a-hole that's totally trying to pwn you, just do it. Because you're awesome and you will win.