Rule #1: It’s in poor taste to go faster than the car in front of you.
(Early this morning I was involved in one of the most entertaining car accidents in all my years. I was motoring down a back road in my land yacht [a gigantic Merc. wagon] at about 50 mph when I noticed a pair of headlights closing on me from behind at a serious clip. Just at the moment I expected the lackwit to pull out and pass me on a blind curve the simpleton changed his mind and slammed into me instead. Considering that the poor fella in the little red Honda now attached to my bumper had just bled off about 20 mph all at once, I figured I’d be neighborly and slow things down a bit more.)
Rule #2: If you must drive like a jerk, owning little bitty cars is contra-indicated.
(What I hadn’t noticed before I took my foot off the gas, busy, as I was, with this red metal leech, was that the lackwit in the Honda had a dipshit in a Mercedes 560 pasted so close to his rear bumper that I never even saw the second pair of headlights. Naturally, bleeding off 20 mph all at once, then another 25 or so a second later was more than the dipshit could work with, and he plowed into the back of the Honda.)
Rule #3: Misery loves company.
(I still wasn’t quite sure what the hell had happened, but I guess I figured that if the same lackwit could hit me twice something wasn’t working in the universe, so I took my foot off the brake and hit the gas, if only to keep control of my yacht. At this point the universe settled back down into proper order, and physics decided to wake up and do some work around here. The lackwit was rather more firmly attached to the dipshit than he was to me, so when I hit the gas it pulled me apart from them and left the two of them to chart their own trajectory. I’m guessing that the Mercedes engineers never did any testing on the handling characteristics of a 560 when it has a crumpled Honda Civic for a hood ornament, since they both went careering off into a field in only a few seconds.
The kid in the Honda got a few cuts, a totalled car and a good scare; the dipshit spilled his coffee on his suit and had to be towed away with at least $10k in damage; I’ve got a pretty suitable dent in my nice chrome bumper, but I’m kinda growing fond of it already.)
I was going to say something here about age and youth and arrogance and aggression and irony and unstoppable forces and immovable objects and stuff like that, but I have to go and get fitted for a neck brace now.
Dr. Watson
“This concludes Today’s Lesson, please hand in yesterday’s homework to Mr. Coldfire on your way out. Thank you.”