The story of something insignificant... Once upon a time my wife asked me to buy some Kleenex. I picked the box that came with a race car. It was the 1st toy my newborn boy had. 4 years and over 100 cars later its still my son's favorite.
When your so close I can't see your license plate, that's tailgating. When I can't see your headlights, its drafting. At 80mph, its attempted murder, and I doubt this old lady behind me went to NASCAR school, then she must be trying to kill me.
