I'll admit, I tend to suffer from a slight case of road rage which can be brought out by either someone riding my tail or just doing something stupid in general. Usually I'm able to keep my road rage in check but this time was different. This guy was riding my tail, swerving and swayin about like he was waiting for the right time to go by me. Then, he finally decides to make his move and he blows past me at what seemed like 180mph.

Well this really made me mad. I just couldn't let this guy get away with thinkin he was all big and bad at my expense. I put the pedal to the floor and used all the horses to catch up to him, barely slowing down for even the deadliest of turns. He must have seen me in his rear view because his easy going speed turned into what looked like a bout of the high speed jitters. He started swervin and swayin again, this time to try to keep me from going by him. Well I was past the point of your minor case of road rage so I went ahead and tagged him.

I got up beside him and looked over at his prissy "just waxed" car and decided I've gone this far, I might as well go all the way. I gave my steering wheel a little nudge to the right and gave his car door a taste of rubber. After he repaid me with a little love tap. I decided to end it right there. With a sharp turn to the right we both went spinning across the blacktop, finally coming to a screeching halt.

We sat there for a moment, trying to figure out our next move when suddenly I noticed some other cars coming around. I straightened out my wheel, looked over at the enemy and said, "I'll see you at the finish line, Kurt." Then I leaned over and pressed the reset button. That was, after all, a points race in NASCAR Thunder 2003.