On my way to work today I saw a guy in a Pontiac Vibe gritting his teeth and gunning it to 35 to try to pass a cluster of traffic. Those of you who drive slow cars understand that trying to pass a car when you really really want to is about as likely for success as running an ice cube home in mid-July. I drive such a car, and I have to admit that there is nothing more satisfying than outrunning a sports car when I'm pedal-to-the-metal, capping out at 80mph. Granted, it's only happened three times, and the sports cars have all contained old ladies, but I haven't let that damper my victories. After all, what good is a fuel efficient car if you aren't going to overcompensate for your lack of horsepower by beating that jerk who obeys traffic laws to the stop light?
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