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FRUSTRATION ON THE ROAD...tell me about it. Yesterday on my way home from work, some beeatch purposely sprayed me with her windshield fluid as I rode behind her on the highway.



I seriously doubt that she "purposely" did that, Chris. I'll bet the "beeatch" was MUCH too busy using her rear-view mirror for applying her mascara and/or was texting on her cellphone to have noticed you riding behind her!

And Keith, in your diatribe above you never mentioned what kind of initial reaction you received from the cager once he realized he had cut you off. Was it in any way "contrite"*?

(*- con–trite adjective
1. caused by or showing sincere remorse.
2. filled with a sense of guilt and the desire for atonement; penitent: a contrite sinner
3. A SEEMING ANACHRONISM IN TODAY'S WORLD
4. A QUAINT OLD CONCEPT THAT ONE SHOULD FRIGGIN' APOLOGIZE AFTER ONE DISCOVERS THAT THEIR FRIGGIN' BLUNDERS MAY HAVE ENDANGERED THE WELL-BEING OF ANOTHER!!!!

(yep, you guessed it...those last two "definitions" above are mine, NOT Mr.Webster's)

Yep! Just like a good Single Malt Scotch, you might call me "an acquired taste" TOO.(among the many OTHER things you may care to call me, of course)