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I had my first "come race me bro" experience since buying the car last November... And it was with a pickup truck? I don't know what model, but when I looked to my right, my eye level was the bottom of his door. Set the stage: I'm timing a light where I can just roll through it instead of stopping fully (in the left lane). In the right lane, a guy in a pickup truck. As I approach, light goes green, and I roll through without really getting on it too much to get back up to speed. Next thing I know, this pickup truck blows by me doing at least 70-80 (in a 35 that transitions into a 45 by the next light). He then proceeds to cut me off and flip me off... Then has to slam on the brakes at the next stop light fishtailing back into the right lane. I pull up next to him at the next light, he turns down his Offspring he had blaring, starts going off on a rant, "oh hell no man, shit..." Probably realizing he is arguing with air because he can't even see me, he turns his music back up. Light goes green, we both set off at a normal pace (I rarely make my way out of the dip in normal driving (I have my beep set at 4500)). He then speeds back up changing lanes in front of me again. Only to immediately get back over, without signaling, cutting off another car, because he was about to miss his right turn... I don't understand people. If I had to imagine what he looked like, it would be Justin Long's character from the Sasquatch Dumpling Gang.
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