The most annoying thing which has ever happened to me on the Interstate in the D was when I passed a slow-moving pickup truck about two miles before my exit. As I started to pass him, he sped up so I thought "Okay, he realized he was going slowly," but I noticed that he was matching my speed exactly. Then I saw that he was looking over and revving up his engine at me. This was both dangerous and annoying and I had to get back into the right lane in order to exit the Interstate, so I sped up a tad (I am gentle with my car and I don't like speeding tickets), whereupon he hit the gas on his truck and sped up a little more to keep pace with me. "Houston, we have discovered a jackass."
I don't know what Pickup Truck Jackass's intention was, but it seemed he was waiting for me to race him. (A lot of people will assume that you bought a DeLorean so that you could engage in drag races with every other car on the road. I don't know why.) Now with a car behind me in the passing lane and less than half a mile to my exit, Pickup Truck Jackass isn't letting me over because, presumably, he wants to stick it to a DeLorean -- or he's waiting for me to hit the gas and pass him faster than his Ford Ranger Splash's computer-governed maximum speed of 100 MPH, I really don't know. I had to risk hitting the brakes in the passing lane to slow down quickly (something I don't like to do because drivers behind me generally don't expect it) in order to get behind the truck again and exit the Interstate. No doubt Pickup Truck Jackass felt pretty smug having "beat a DeLorean." Well, whoopdy shit and good for him, but from my perspective, that's a lot of pointless bullshit just to satisfy some redneck's ego.
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