Man I gotta tell you a story that made me proud once it was over.
Got off work about 5:30pm yesterday and was headed home on New Circle so the traffic was moderate but not bad. I merged into the right lane and then made it into the left lane so I could cruise without breaking for the on and off ramps. Well, as the traffic starts to thin out our lane starts to slow down to about 50mph (speed limit is 55) so I get in the right lane and start passing all these cars without a problem.

When I get up to a little white Toyota he speeds up so I can't pass him? This is the guy that was driving 50mph holding up traffic so I speed up thinking he will give up and let me pass but I was wrong so I had to get behind him. I'm not tailgating since I have Maxx with me and honestly that usually leads to a problem but I was pissed.

Well a few miles of going 50 mph I see another chance to pass so I get in the right lane and punch the pedal and take off when I get at his right rear quater panel he swerves to knock me off the road and it scared the poop out of me so I backed off and caught my breath and starting planning how bad I was going to hurt this little snot nosed punk. I followed him for a mile or so and fortunate for him I calmed down. He turned off and I drove by, blew him a kiss and then used a little french and sign language. Oddly enough when I looked this punk in the eye I saw a lost soul...I think the guy was on something or just crazy.

I never understood why people do this type of driving but safe to say that little boy had some divine intervention that he isn't aware of. So I guess I'm proud I didn't follow him to the stop light and pull him out of the car for some face to face talking... Guess I'm growing soft in my old age.