I don’t ever poke along, but the appearance of the four cockrings on the car behind me is usually an indication that I’m going to be passed by the driver- not because he needs to, but because he can, and his/her desires are more important than anyone elses. That’s why I was quite surprised to see him drive, smoothly but quickly, behind me, and when we stopped at the light, he looked over and smiled I smiled back, and gave him a thumbs-up on the car (it is a very lovely car) he looked at me as if to say “yeah, isn’t it great!” and the light changed and we drove off.

Imagine. A remarkably expensive sports car driven by someone not anxious to behave like a cock. There may be hope for humanity.

I’m sure it was an abberation, but I enjoyed it. The bluehaired cougar I got behind ten seconds later who had to come to a complete stop to turn off the street into a driveway reaffirmed my disgust for humanity.

Also, to the guy in the green Mazda: The big cloud of white smoke that comes out of your exhaust each time you shift? That means the aluminum head has scrubbed the head gasket off the cast iron block. Might want to get that looked at.