insane - I'm sure we all get that. But what I witnessed on my ride back down 95 just takes the cake.

I flew up to a classic car dealership just outside of Charlotte, and drove my "new" beauty home. Everything was going smoothly until I hit the SC line. I admit, I was letting it rip a bit...OK...I was speeding way over the limit...but Dam!...some joker was going about 35 in the left lane on the freeway. I was on him so fast I literally had to slam on the brakes - 70's brakes!
Oh, and that's right, you guessed it...Florida tags! Freaking geezer heading back to bluehairville. He was oblivious to me, but I noticed he actually had a REAR VIEW MIRROR, and as I passed him on the right I yelled, "Why don't you just rip the dam rear view mirror off since you aren't using it!".
The guy never even looked over, just kept plodding along in his tank-like Expedition. Obviously, the guy had some security issues - he looked pretty frail, I guess the Expedition said a lot about him. As luck would have it, right then I realized I had to hit the exit for gas - I bought a gas guzzling Hemi. Great fun, but gas, gas, gas.
While at the stop I worked on getting my temper in check, and I wandered next door to a Subway for a sammich, and struck up a conversation with a sweet lil hitchihiker. She was heading south, she said (yeah, I liked the sound of that)..."and it seemed like a harmless little thing"...and so off we went blazing down 95 again with a fresh new outlook on the day.

Then donchaknowit...2 minutes down the road and here's this joker again in the left lane - only going 25 this time! But I was done being mad. I had my convertible, and a little wild thing riding shotgun...I passed him on the right again...just chillin'.