Heading back home last night I was in the Boxster and Beth was behind me in the Mercedes, and we got hung up behind a camper on the fun part of the road. No biggie and the camper was doing very well for not knowing the road, so we just cruised behind him. Well this punk assed little snot bucket kid in a clapped out Honda with the full auto zone performance package rolled up behind Beth and was on her ass. I called her and told her to pop the rear fog lights on him going into turn, she did and is pissed him off so he crawled her even tighter. I called her back and told her to pass me on a double yellow and let me have the little punk. We never got the chance, but..............
The camper turned off and left us open twisty road, I gassed it to let Beth have some road and before I know it she is heading on top of me like she was shot out of a cannon. Okay I see it is playtime, I hang a little foot into the Boxster and walk away, Beth keeps the coals thrown on and low and behold the kid in the Honda can't hang.
Well funny thing is I know the kid and so does my son so I call Skilz (my son) and tell him the story and he starts laughing. He tells me he is going to call this kid and inform him that he got his ass handed to him by a Grandmother of three in a Mercedes.
I can't wait to run into this kid, I am going to have a few words with him.