Dear Mr. green Dodge Stealth at the red light
I thought your exhaust sounded very nice, and the work you have done to your car is tasteful. When I roll the window down to compliment you, please turn your music down so you can actually hear me, instead of revving at me. No, I'm not laughing at your car. I'm laughing at you. Do you feel you have something to prove? When I decide to humor you, and am 5 car lengths ahead and still walking away at 80, realize it's a lost cause. When the speed limit plunges and I drop it to 60, don't ride 2" off my bumper with your middle finger extended. It's not polite.