So I'm heading into the Mexican branch office to catch up on a few things and I turn down a street to get to the freeway. The black CTS (early version I think) with tint and blingy wheels that was in the oncoming traffic that I passed over to turn followed me taking the turn far to wide, which made me think he was trying to be all "fast & furious". His douche-level jumped 10 points when he barely slowed down to drive around me as I was just coming to a stop sign. As I was hitting the gas to get up to speed again he was rolling through the next one on the street with barely a courtesy tap on the brakes. At the service drive to get on the freeway he did the "I'll just get halfway out into the lanes 'cause I'm turning anyways. +10 again dude...
I get on the freeway and I see him in the distance. A little liberally applied Go Pedal and I'm right behind him. After realizing it was the car he just pulled a jerk move on he zipped over and tried (being the key word) to get a way. Naturally I let him get a little farther out so it would be more fun. Found an opening, got around some cars and I was ahead of him but slowed down so he could catch up. I watched for a car to move so he could come up on my right. There was a car in front of me but an open lane to its left.
Mr. CTS though he'd be cool and try to fly by me but Christine and I felt like showing him what a real car can do. Put it to the floor, she screamed her battle cry and we were suddenly in the lower 3 digit range. After hitting the brakes to get back down to a semi-normal speed he caught up and stayed in the lane next to me for a few seconds. I glanced over and gave a polite nod, but due to his tinted windows I couldn't see his reaction. Based on his driving I'm guessing he was telling me I was number one. For some reason he took the next exit too...
Yes I know it was puppy kicking, but I couldn't help myself.