This evening...first ever 4'th gen hemi, a rude driver in a QC Express. He pulled out in front of me from a side street and held me at 40 mph on a 55 mph road. I'm like, what the fug is this guy doing? I see him looking at me in his rear veiw so I slowly started to pass him on the right. Then he floored it when I went to pass but I still flew passed him. What an ahole, should have seen the look on his face. Bet it was his first loss, I hope he cries all night about that. I wasn't going to say anything till todays ordeal but yesterday, this guy in a gocart looking thing kept trying to race me on a 30 mph road every time we stopped at a light. He kept taking off fast and I kept laughing at him when we'd catch the next light...there's only about 20 of them on this street. Finally the guy starts flipping his arms all around all gangsta like and mouthing mad at me. He rolled his window down and I told him..'dude I'm not going to race ur little peice of chit' on this road, I'm mad now too, lol. He pulls over in front of me right where right I'm going. And then he gets out of his car like he's waiting for me. Ha! ILMAO, It was my bros resturauant parking lot. I parked in my normal spot and started walking toward him and he jumped back in his car and took off. I never laughed so hard...I didn't race and I didn't fight him. But I beat him without saying a word...right in front of his ole lady.