Alright so this tale takes place on December 1st on my way to Urbana/Champaign, Illinois.
I was cruising on I-80 with 100 miles to go on that highway alone.
I passed a big group of cars, along with a new 5th gen SS Camaro.
After a few miles past, I saw the Camaro got ahead of everyone else and was now behind me a bit.
He pretty much tailgated me for atleast 10 miles, before trying anything.
After those 10 miles of me going 80 MPH with him right on my ass, he finally got over to the right.
As soon as he got up to my door side, I stepped on it with him doing right so after.
I slowly walked him out until 100 when I let off, as did he.
He proceeded to tailgate me for another 20 miles, before he tried again.
Same thing this time. As soon as he gets to my door, I nail it and walk him to 100 again.
Another 20 miles go by of on and off tailgating. I'm starting to get REAL tired of this.
He pulls up on the right side again and I let him go by a full car length before I gun it.
He hears my loud obnoxious junk and tries to run away quick like a mouse when the starving cat spots him
I catch up to him by 90 and start walking him again up until 110 and he is a car and a half behind at this point.
I hope I made him feel bad for loosing to a four door and driving like an asshole.
After this, I spot a rest area. I get over to the right lane and he slows down considerably after he passes me, still in the left.
He thinks I'm going to race again, but hes wrong I just need to take a ****ing piss.
Originally Posted by Fortehluls
