A couple weeks back I'll never forget the black camaro douchebaggery I had to face. It started off normal enough; we were next to each other at a stop light and apparently minding our own business.
When it went green, I accelerated slowly while the camaro took off. I didn't think much of it, because if you want to feel the Gs, by all means. This guy, however, slowed down until I caught up and then gunned it again. When I didn't follow suit, he again eased back and this time rolled down his heavily tinted window to stare me down through his sunglasses (Seriously... Limo tint AND sunglasses?). This time he stayed soemwhat neck and neck with me and would occasionally give it more gas to see if I';d go for it, but I wasn't biting.
When we got to the next light he asked why I didn't want to race. I answered "I'm on my way to the grocery store."
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