White 86 w/UCLA engineering plate frame, from skyline drive entrance on 280 to 92 turn-off. I pulled alongside, he gave a
, I flashed the deuce. We shared a moment of content in our exquisite automotive taste. I rushed off to do my normal lane switching to get there (where?) faster (because racecar); he stayed in the left; 8 miles later he was ahead of me as I took my turn off. Go me.