Alright, so today I was driving home from class in the fast lane, going like 70 or something. This dude in a big beige gass-hog comes roaring up behind me and tailgates me for like, 5 miles straight.
So I'm like, hell no.
I change lanes, get right beside him, and just stare at him for a bit. He starts getting pissed, then I just point at him, then point at the road ahead, kind of mouth 'Lets go' to him.
He floors it. Hits 85 easy. I take my foot off the gas and hit 65, and stay there. Why, you ask?
Because every single day, there's a cop waiting at that precise spot. Said cop pulls out and pulls over Mr. "I have a huge truck and I like to ride people's bumpers with it." I wave to the guy on my way past him at a merry 65.
I'd call that a win.