I've given up on my fellow driver. Seems every woman and an increasingly large percentage of dudes think the rearview is only useful for applying mascara.
Yes, I am the guy who just passed you in the right lane; that whistling sound is called a turbocharger.
Oh, and in before some self-appointed speed Nazi talks about me putting his life at risk because he is going the speed limit, and I should be too, and he has been driving for three and a half centuries, and blah blah blah, when in truth, if he would pull his head out of his butt and move over, I would be only a fading memory.
And no, I don't drive like some Fast and Furious wanker. Actually, I go pretty close to the speed limit.
Yes, I am the guy who just passed you in the right lane; that whistling sound is called a turbocharger.
Oh, and in before some self-appointed speed Nazi talks about me putting his life at risk because he is going the speed limit, and I should be too, and he has been driving for three and a half centuries, and blah blah blah, when in truth, if he would pull his head out of his butt and move over, I would be only a fading memory.
And no, I don't drive like some Fast and Furious wanker. Actually, I go pretty close to the speed limit.