Damn Ducklings!

"Scott en Aztlán" > wrote in message
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> This morning on one of those lovely 65 MPH four lane surface streets
> we have around here, I was doing the speed limit and caught up to some
> clown in a Range Rover doing 60 MPH. So I pull into the passing lane,
> speed up to about 90 MPH, and pass him. I then return to the right
> lane and resume my former cruising speed.
>
> Macho Man apparently decides that his manhood has been insulted by
> being passed, so he speeds up until he catches me, whereupon he, of
> course, slows down and takes station off my left front fender. So as
> is my custom when shaking ducklings I speed up again briefly, long
> enough to re-establish my space cushion. I can see Macho Monkey
> speeding up again, so this time I kick it up to 120 MPH for a few
> moments, long enough to leave him out of sight around a long, sweeping
> curve. I never saw him again; maybe he got caught at one of the three
> traffic lights I went through before reaching my office. Or maybe he
> just found someone else to latch onto.
>
> Damn Ducklings!

Some people just draw comfort from being close to another car; they can't
find a traffic jam so they create one