While at wal*mart the other day, after my long awaited CD burner purchase, I was standing outside with my girlfriend talking to a kid I know from one of the local performance shops. Though his jeep is quite a piece of shit he does have a rather nice stereo inside and was showing me 'the goods'. As I checked out the setup I noticed a rather portly trailor trash chick walking out to her car after buying (*gasp*) wal*mart clothes. I didn't think much of it until she hopped in the passenger door of her friends Staurn and they proceeded to take off slowly staring at us like we were last night's pot roast. She boldly decided to stick her fat self out the window and make a comment about my girlfriend's skimpy outfit, saying she should 'put more clothes on' (alright, she was a bit skimpy, all the wal*mart trash was staring at her lustfully, but she's hot so she can get away with it.) so after my girlfriend spouted off a few obscenities we decided to hop in my car and give the bitch something to think about it. We followed her closely for a few miles, shouting helpful adjectives at her and whatnot. As we approaced the 2 lane stretch before you hit the traffic circle I started to pass her, so she attempts a daredevil maneuver in mommy's saturn (complete with soccer mom-esque bumper stickers) and tries to ram me by swerving into my lane. So i swerve back, and I had the advantage this time, while I had a large breakdown lane on my right side, she had all gaurdrail on her left side. Sucks to be her! So i ease closer to her making her ride pretty close to the rail, while my girlfriend laughs nervously and asks 'are you alright?'. So now as my adrenaline is fulling pumping, and my common sense starts to dwindle away, I pass her, and switch lanes to get in front of her. I begin to let off the gas a bit and watch the driver clutching the wheel for dear life, her fat, rude friend stare at the ass-end of my car like its a quarter pounder w/ fries and (maybe) one of their boyfriends in the backseat holding onto the passenger seat. Now, with the notion my brakes are still brand new on my mind, I slam on my brakes while I'm doing about 60 or so, to the point where they squeel a little bit. Nano-seconds later I look to my rearview in glee to watched the jaws of the driver and passengers drop as they react late and REALLY slam their brakes on, swerving toward the left rail a bit then half way into the lane on the right. As I watched in glee the grey Saturn became further and further away in my rearview and I put the window down, extended 'the friendly finger' , beeped and headed towards the highway, watching the sun go down, with sort of an warped smile on my face.