My biggest pet peeve is getting behind people who are driving five miles under
the speed limit (speed limits here are consistently set 5 miles too slow
already). But the kicker is when you get behind one of them, and they've got a
freakin NASCAR license plate. Like, WTF? And the other day, I got behind
someone who was driving five miles under the speed limit, and they had a Dale
Ernhardt license plate. Like, shouldn't that be an invitation for me to
rear-end you and drive you into the wall? I have places to go, and kewl and
froody things to do, after all.