Seriously, I think I have a problem. I wouldn't call it road rage, but it's close.
Last night a dude was going slow in the fast lane. He wasn't passing anyone--the slow lane was free and clear. So obviously I'm going to get around this idiot. Not. He starts to speed up. So I get on his bumper and debate with myself whether or not to put my brights on. After several minutes I found room to pass him, and may or may not have hit 100 mph. I hope Boyfriend isn't reading this. ;) Do you grow balls of steel in the driver's seat?
piece and love,
kayla
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