Still a kid at 51, I guess
Went out to pick up a tree, stopped at Advanced to pick up a spark plug for the Pontiac (don't ask why one, it's still annoying me), and on the way home I go. Someone in a late model tricked out bow-tie with enough lights to light all the trees in the lot where I got mine started messing with me on the street. Being the truck is a 73 and it's in great shape, I'm used to people trying to get closer looks, but be respectful. My wife also noticed the Chevy was getting a little obnoxious and also commented on it.
We finally come to a stop light and now he's right on my butt like ugly on an ape. Light goes green and I dropped the clutch, Chevy lights got smaller and smaller, and I think I heard my wife's head hit the back glass for first through fourth. She avoided hitting it for fifth.
I'm pretty sure I heard the truck snickering as we pulled into the drive.
There's a little lesson here, to. Just because the truck and driver got some grey, don't mean they're not going to play.
Oh, and my wife's still annoyed.
Chewing on asphalt and drinking dinosaur wine