I passed an "ultimate driving machine" near home tonight in the '97... after laying on my horn several times trying to tell her that she was in my way... you'd think an "ultimate driving machine" wouldn't be making sudden small corrections and random brake light flashes at 45mph in a "basic rule" (Oregon thing, if no signs present and conditions are safe, 55mph) zone that I normally cruise at 63mphish in my "mediocre commuter pickup truck"... then promptly got stuck behind someone else doing 52mph, so I took a slightly different route and got stuck behind a county rig picking up road cones from after painting road lines... which of course is much more relaxing since they have a reason other than being a drunk bleached blond 50ish year old "Karen" driving a beamer 10 under the limit to avoid suspicion... After I got behind the cone truck just stuck in 3rd at low speed and let my nerves settle, then made myself a stiff drink and mowed the yard...
Before you lay judgement, I'd been behind Karen for like 5-8 miles before I passed her, a twin I beam shouldn't be out handling a BMW by like 1000%, she wouldn't keep up with the Scion Xb or whatever was in front of her at one point... the Scion was doing 55... it's Friday night, I wanted to get home...