Why'd He Do It?
On my way to work this morning, some kid in a primer-and-red Chevrolet S-10 SS pickup got all cocky. Why? Why would he do that?
I had been behind this kid at a traffic light, where I noted his cutesy vanity plate: "MY1STSS." He was first at the light, in the left-hand lane. When he cleared the car next to him after the light turned green, I changed lanes and passed him, returning to the left lane eventually and motoring along just a tad north of the speed limit. That evidently ticked him off, as next thing I knew he leapfrogged me. When we got to the next light, he made sure he returned to the right lane so we'd be side-by-side.
The lunacy of the situation made me doubt his intentions, so I waited to see what he'd do when the light turned green. Sure enough, he mustered up all the ponies in that little truck and took off. So I obliged him by passing him for the second time. Then I backed off and returned to being a commuter.
Although the road ahead was empty at that early hour and MY1STSS could've passed me and had all that lonely pavement to himself, he stayed several car lengths back, eventually turning right.
I still don't get it.