Telepathic WTFs



The first was yesterday morning. I'm driving to work in the left lane, doing about 85, when I come upon a shiny black Escalade doing 80. I didn't tailgate or anything, but he clearly didn't want to do more than 80 or to move over. (Heck, if I was driving an Escalade I probably wouldn't want to do more than 80 either.)
So I pass him in the next lane. No statements. No cutting him off. Real gentle-like back to the left lane.
For some reason, he then decides he wants to go 87 and is on my tail in a flash. I guess he figures he's got 400 HP, which is some kind of a lease on the number 1 lane. Normally, I'd move over and let he-who-needs-lithium pass. I don't need to go faster than the other guy; I just don't want anybody making me go slower than I want to go.
But hell -- I was in Dr. Z with 1008 miles on the clock. So I floored it. I left the warp drive engaged for about 10 seconds and the 'Sclade was a blotch in the rear-view mirror.
That's when I received the sub-space communication: a telepathic WTF?! I moved over a lane and set the cruise on 85. Eventually the 'Sclade pulls alongside and checks out the car. Finally, the best part -- a ****-eating grin and a thumbs up as he drops in behind me.
Like I said, not exactly a kill. But it's better in that it was a win-win situation. I just won more.
Sorry if this is




The first was yesterday morning. I'm driving to work in the left lane, doing about 85, when I come upon a shiny black Escalade doing 80. I didn't tailgate or anything, but he clearly didn't want to do more than 80 or to move over. (Heck, if I was driving an Escalade I probably wouldn't want to do more than 80 either.)
So I pass him in the next lane. No statements. No cutting him off. Real gentle-like back to the left lane.
For some reason, he then decides he wants to go 87 and is on my tail in a flash. I guess he figures he's got 400 HP, which is some kind of a lease on the number 1 lane. Normally, I'd move over and let he-who-needs-lithium pass. I don't need to go faster than the other guy; I just don't want anybody making me go slower than I want to go.
But hell -- I was in Dr. Z with 1008 miles on the clock. So I floored it. I left the warp drive engaged for about 10 seconds and the 'Sclade was a blotch in the rear-view mirror.
That's when I received the sub-space communication: a telepathic WTF?! I moved over a lane and set the cruise on 85. Eventually the 'Sclade pulls alongside and checks out the car. Finally, the best part -- a ****-eating grin and a thumbs up as he drops in behind me.
Like I said, not exactly a kill. But it's better in that it was a win-win situation. I just won more.
Sorry if this is

Badge it as a S350. That will keep them up at night.



People pull alongside after a 'burn' and look at you with this "what in GODS name do you have under the hood!!?" expression on their face.