Last night I was passed on a four-lane by a 45ish "dude" in a convertible Solstice. Of course he had a much younger lady with him, hair whipping in the wind and the whole bit. As he passed, I thought, "nice car", but this guy gave it a litttle blip as he passed me and then cut in front of me, making me put on the brakes (kind of a ricer-like move). Well, instead of a thumbs-up for the nice Poncho, I decided to let him see the difference between a Goat and a Solstice. He got a good look at the business end of the Goat's exhaust. Now I know that it wasn't a fair fight, but it still felt good because a jerk by any other name is still a jerk.
