A little Wednesday afternoon tale (or how I gave my first roadster salute)

My wonderful boss let me cut out early today - sweet! It's a high of 61 degrees F (according to the car) and time to drop the top for a lil shenanigans on the roads near my work (nearly no traffic) and then the not as thrilling commute (packed main thoroughfares).

Needless to say, the first bit is fun as all get out and bumps that make the PT lurch like a ship out to sea are barely a hiccup in the Crossfire. After a bit of goofing around and grinning it's time to head for home. I'm following BC in his Altima as we turn onto the main road - we manuever through traffic to get into the left lane. Nothing unusual as rush hour is starting now and it's getting packed.

Well here comes some punk kid in his Mitsubishi Eclipse - desperately trying to prove to the world he has a pair, I guess. Which thoroughly cracks me up as there is a good chance I've been driving longer than he's been alive, lol, and he chooses the stupidest time ever to start crap.

So we are in three lanes of packed cars, everyone just trying to get home and Junior decides to mess with me. Switching lanes, trying to pull alongside only to get left behind due to traffic. A light is coming up and he pulls back in behind me so close he is about 6 inches from rear-ending me. I am no longer amused.

Light is changing as I'm bracing for impact and preparing to quick exit the car for a beat down. He manages to get his car stopped without hitting me. Light changes to green and the kid kills it. Lol, give it up, Jr. Finally gets her going and pulls up behind me yet again. Now he's doing the engine revving dance - wtf?

As he changes lanes yet again I decide it's time to give him the one finger salute. Wow, people can really see you quite well when you flip the bird in a convertible. Oh now, he doesn't want to play with me anymore, lol. He slows down and switches to the far lane. My turn off is coming up but I notice a pumped up 'Tang in the center lane. You guessed it, Mitsu boy is now challenging the Mustang. I'm laughing my butt off as the Mustang promptly does an old-school type burnout - more a tire chirp given the limited space while the punk kid is basically sitting still. Ah, the foolishness of youth.

So granted, this was pretty mild but I have a feeling I'm in for a lot more of this type behavior? Do y'all find that you are being "challenged" quite a bit in these cars? Not that I can't handle it (except I'm not quite as forgiving with people who can't even control their own vehicles and put mine and others in danger).