The one thing I hate about the Z

First one was when I was heading home after picking up a pizza. While driving down through UCF territory (college kids, gotta love 'em, or not), had some douche in a neon SRT4 come flying up behind me, tailgating, and then pulls into the next lane and purposely slows down to get level with me. I blame the sound of those Fast Intentions LTHs for that . Dude kept doing that for about 5 mins., revving his engine and staring at me. I will admit that I was not in the best of moods, so when he finally goes to take off, I just drop a couple of gears and leave him in the dust. I think I must have pissed him off, because he started to follow me, almost all the way home. Not the best move, I know, but in the mood I was in, I think I kind of wished that he had followed me back home.

Second incident, driving with my mother in the passenger seat, heading out to get dinner. I'm doing about 10mph over the speed limit heading south on SR 417, when I start to pass a couple of guys in an older Lexus GS 300 with gleamies on it. Just as I get to about even with the rear bumper of his car, his passenger throws a full cup of soda out of his window at me. Keep in mind that I wasn't flying up towards them, they were probably only going about 5 mph slower than me. Well I brake a little bit so I avoid most of the soda, and then as I speed back up to pass them, I see the passenger glaring at me with this pissed off look on his face. He starts yelling at me and waving his hands. I proceed to give him the finger and drop a couple of gears, quickly leaving them both far behind me. The funniest part about the situation was that while I was mad, I was no where NEAR as mad as my mother was. I think it took about 5 mins for her to calm down and stop calling those guys names, questioning their parentage, things like that.