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.
'Scuse me, while I scrape this Honda outta my treads.