What's really embarassing, Max, when I finally snap and have to go out around a slow-poke is, I floor it and hit passing gear in my Grand Cherokee, and the big V-8 roars to life, trans downshifts and. . .I end up basically downshifted and roaring in passing gear next to a slow-poke, waiting sheepishly for the damn thing to shift and throw me back in the seat and shoot forward. But there's that brief moment in time when a slow-poke has some idiot in a thundering Jeep GC just outside his window, going along at the same speed, pulling faces and yelling vulgarities! Nice!
