Speaking of trucks . . . Driving back from work in the SHO Monday evening, an old beat-up silverado got on my rear bumper at a light and stayed there. Making a right, we both mashed it and he actually stuck with me for a few seconds before *the gap* began to slowly grow. Same thing happened once or twice more in and out of traffic. So I figured, "Ok, he got the point". Nope. Homeboy wasn't havin' it. Rode my ass through neighborhood streets like a little bitch until we parted ways. I only wish I'd had the f150. I may have actually let him pull alongside and given him the 3-beep-beat-down.
My plan is to drive the SHO in to work on Mondays. It started out being Fridays, but I learned last week that if I wanna go out to lunch with coworkers, it sucks not being able to at least provide AC, much less radio (project pending for over a year now!)