Last week the weather up here was shite. blowing slow and icey roads. Some guy drives up beside me and starts lurching like he wants to race. I shook my head and he mouthed pu**y. I just shook my head and let him take off. I passed him ten minutes later after being passed by a fire truck. He was upside down in a ditch. I don;t think he was too badly hurt but it made me feel better for not street racing him.