Ok, I think I have been targeted by some crazy mountain man from the deep dark of Maine... My integra is still in the garage in about a hundred peices waiting for the earth to thaw so i'm mostly driving my xB. I must admit that the xB is a little ricey... I did not make the mods though so i can hold my head high... Its got a cold air intake though so its all good . Anyway this crazy old codger has singled me out on rt 1 between bath and brunswick. This dude has one of those old plaid hats with the fold down ear flaps. A beard down to his ankles. Four teeth slammed into a weathered pockmarked face that has to be over 60 at least. An orange vest and coverall type supsender things. Its creepy... He appears out of nowhere driving his beat up rusted cavalier wagon driving like he is in the final lap of nascar. He just loves to pass me too. I was coming around the a two lane corner that merges into one. So i put on a little speed to make the merge. This dude, out of nowhere swerves from behind the dude that was behind me and stomps the gas. He just barely missed me as I was merging into the lane, barreling through the lane like a mad man. Out on the open road he comes up behind me and then pulls up beside me and stares at me. What has he got against the xB? Has he never seen one before? Why does he never change his clothes? I'm starting to think this is some episode of jackass or something... One of these days I'm gonna have to show him the power of the CAI!!! I'm gonna have to start feeding my 108 hamsters some crack... Does he know the car isn't even fast? I mean its stock!!! Maybe he hates my MA plates? I need to photograph him, send him into national geographic or something... I don't know. Maine is scary. Stephen King lives up here for a reason, trust me... He is gonna have a cow when i finally break out the integra, and i'm still not gonna race the guy.