I was late for work this morning. As I was veering left to get onto the highway, this asshole in an Xterra cut me off from the middle lane on my right. I had to brake to avoid his bumper. Man this guy pissed me off! Traffic is bad enough in the morning without having to deal with intentionally bad drivers. (Thankfully, traffic on the highway was a little lighter than normal -- of course it WAS 9a by this time.)

Xterra or not, I wasn't going to let this guy get the better of me. From the merge lane I whipped into the middle then quickly into the cruise lane watching this guy the whole way. He jets up the merge lane and whips into the cruise lane two cars ahead of me. Maybe I was in a bad mood before I left the apartment, but DAMNIT I just didn't want this guy to beat me.

Without realizing how fast we were going already, I punch it up and move back to the middle lane into a juicy spot between an RSX and a Contour. The RSX is making good time and I'm gaining on the Xterra. Just as I'm about to clear the Xterra to pass the RSX on the left, the Xterra jumps up and cuts in front of the RSX. MAN THIS GUY IS PISSING ME OFF.

I move into the hole left by the Xterra, follow him as he speeds away from the RSX, move into the far right lane in front of a cement truck (dodged a bullet there) and hit pedal to medal as I tried to pass the Xterra on his right. Just as I'm about to clear him the second time, I'm coming up fast on the back end of a shit truck -- that's right, the port-a-pottie poopy sucker. I JUST CAN'T WIN.

At this point, the last thing on my mind is making it to work in one piece, all I can think about is somehow cutting off this Xterra, when I notice I'm going 95mph. Let me spell this out for you -- NINETY-FIVE MILES PER HOUR -- on 183 during morning rush hour traffic.

I cut back over to the middle lane and the Xterra is probably four or five car lengths ahead of me. I try to catch up to him again, but realizing how fast I was going, I maintain a conservative 75mph. Here's where it gets good (for me, not him).

Xterra is still gaining ground when I see the first sign for my exit. By the time the second sign rolls by, Xterra is gone around a curve in the highway. As I approach the merge lane for my exit, I notice a puff of smoke coming from the flyover. In the exit merge lane, where it rises up to the level of the flyover, I see the most beautiful sight. Traffic is backing up and there's a billowing cloud of smoke eminating from a vehicle about half way up, and... LO! IT IS THE XTERRA! "Just desserts", "He'll get his" and all those other platitudes don't do it justice -- it just feels DAMN good, sooo good -- and yet sooo wrong.