Turns out that a fully loaded bus stops faster than a sports car. Either that, or just maybe, maybe maybe, just possibly the driver of the sports car was a real jackass. 'Cause, really, how do you rear end a bus? Lots of pissed off commuters that morning.
Raced a G35 this morning. Unimpressive. Granted, I lost. I knew I'd lose. I just wanted to see how fast they are. I should've had my ass handed to me on a platter with a side of relish. I felt gypped that I didn't lose that badly.
One more driving hint: if you're driving around with your left turn signal on for miles I won't be able to tell that you want to change lanes. In fact, I may just think you're old, infirm, and none too bright. So it makes sense that when you suddenly lurch into the lane I'm occupying I might be a bit annoyed. This might cause a reaction involving a horn and a certain gesture. Don't let this surprise you - I suspect you're used to it by now.
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