I decided to take the cobra out this morning to run a few errands. The weather here hasn't reached the point where I hide the keys and start my winter mods yet. After a few highway pulls, carton of milk, and a new cd (yes i still buy them) it's time to head home. While turning right at the light from the exit ramp, some jackass blows through the light and almost t-bones the lady next to me and nearly side swipes my car. The seventeen year old in me decides to catch up with him and offer some not so subtle hand gestures. For half a mile I proceed to let him know I'm not happy with his driving skills offering him multiple chances to discuss this face to face. Then I notice a child in his backseat and reality sets in. I go on my way and my blood pressure subsides. Arrive home and all is good. I know it was idiotic to react the way I did but man was my adrenaline pumping. This is not a good car to drive while upset. All in all I'd rather share this post than one that begins with how I totaled my Terminator. Now it's time for football and beer! :beer: