Stupid Person Number 3,423,455

Dude comes blazing by me this morning in a red Mustang like I was Granny Go-slow and he was fresh off the NASCAR track.

I'm doing my usual 70-75 miles per hour or so (I guess that's about 160 km or whatever), keeping my eyes out for the cops that love this stretch of the freeway. Yeah, it's 55 mph for no reason that I can understand and I hate it myself.

So I know Hotshot Harry had to be nearing triple digits.

Like the fade-out dot on an old tv, he vanishes down the road ahead of me, leaving behind the roaring of his engine.

Couple minutes later, I see him stopped on the shoulder with Smokey getting out to write up the ticket.

What an idiot. If you are going to drive that damn fast, you'd be better be sure you have a radar detector AND a radar jammer in your car.

Didn't look so cool any more sitting there while everybody else rolled on by.