  Yesterday's excursion to my first ever (in months) basketball session with friends was both nice and unnerving. First, one of the bad. Driving on the H1 freeway, I sped a little above speed limit. Going past the Airport, I'm switching over one lane to my right and as I scan for any cars that might be in my way, I noticed a dude in a pickup truck looking at me, then he speeds up and looks forward. Now, I can understand if I was merging into the lane he was in, or the lane he wanted to merge into also thus giving me his &#8220;stink eye,&#8221; but that was not the case. As it seems, he either heard my engine revving or noticed my speed boost or both and thought &#8220;Ooh, I've got a race going!&#8221; Well, I'm still going at moderate since I was in no mood to be dumb and he ends up being about five car lengths ahead. Fine, I thought and kept going. My off ramp coming, I switch over another lane to my right. As soon as I do this, the truck swerves into the lane I was in. Yes, he was still five car lengths ahead. No, there were no other cars near us. Great, he's actin' . We're off the freeway now on Nimitz highway and we stop at the first traffic light. He's in the left lane, a car is in the middle lane and I'm in the right lane. Once the light turns green, truck speeds off and as soon as he gets about three car lengths ahead, idles down for me to &#8220;catch up.&#8221; I do this, then he speeds up again but having to slam his breaks or risk smashing into the car in front of him (which is among a group of cars in the left and middle lane).
With the right lane pretty clear, I'm just cruising by. Once I cleared the mass of vehicles, I switched over to the left lane and lo and behold, I see the truck swerving back and forth trying to get untangled from the mess.
By then, the three lanes become four and instead of staying in either the far right or second to the right lane, he speeds into the lane next to mine, intent on passing me. Now, I've got a 200hp VR6 with 195lb-ft of torque at 3200rpm. She may not be the fastest, but she go when I need it. I was in need of it then. She easily kept up in front of the truck, forcing the bastard to get behind me.
In a few seconds I was five car lengths in front of him and kept that up no matter how hard he tried to catch up. Not being into stupid stuff, I sure did it like a champ. Anyway, I got near my destination and slowed to normal speed, merged into normal traffic and kicked myself into chill mode. What does truck do? He did his speed and swerve to get through the traffic and almost hitting another car as he cut in front of it. Sore loser? I think so. But it's not like we were racing anyway. The good thing of that evening was coming into a four-way (stop) intersection.
Everyone knew when it was their turn and when the others had priority so it all went super smooth. This is what is suppose to happen, but as of late, more and more drivers do not seem to obey such laws. I'm not &#8220;to the book,&#8221; but I know when to obey the laws and when to push it a little.
This leads into the second bad thing, which was a five way (stop) intersection. This wonderful piece of accident material lies just near the recreational centre (sic) I was to meet my friends. I've seen two accidents happen there, and one came close to happening yesterday. Fortunately, it didn't and I wasn't trapped there. Thus, I got to torture my body by being the most active I've ever been in ages. Now, I'd rather just get home and drown my pain in the satin embrace of sleep. 
