So last night I got a bottle thrown at me while I was driving. I think it was just because I was driving a police car through a ghetto though. Later that night, a decked out F150 was riding me for 10 miles and annoying the hell out of me turning his high beams on and off. He finally appeared to be going around me but then he kept matching my speed, so I'd go slightly faster, and he kept matching it. Realizing his intentions, I glanced over at my girl in the passenger seat and I'm like, "Lol this guy wants to race." After I said that, the truck just blasts right by me, but I don't chase him.
Conversation goes as follows, she's like, "Are you really gonna let him do that?"
"What?"
"You're gonna let him tease you and then go off like that?"
"Are you implying....I should race him?"
"Well yeah..."
"K"
I mean, she did ask for it. I sink my foot to the floor and my V8 roars down to second gear and I just blast past him at 104mph. I continue accelerating but notice an impala in the dark ahead of me. Playing safe in case it's a cop, I slam on my brakes and the F150 chugs past me doing 95 or so. I outloud say that I hope it's a cop and he catches the guy, but unfortunately it was a civilian. Oh well.