[dcarrb]

A couple of cars pounced on me from an on-ramp a few of weeks ago. Dark night, curvy 4-lane. Really moving. Just as the lead -- small, late model, light-colored, with some sort of green neon do-dads on the hood -- got to my quarter panel, the car following lit 'em up.

Tennessee State Trooper. Or maybe a local Sheriff's Deputy...? Couldn't tell.

I glance up in the rearview and smile. Bye-bye, y'all.

Justice.

So anyway, if your brain is wired in such a way my passing you means you must catch back up and blow-off my doors: I could not care less quick you are. I like to drive my car at a speed I find comfortable, as conditions and traffic warrant, and I mind my own business. I have nothing to prove. Go away.


dcb