Every day after work. My entrance ramp has a stop sign right before it, and you bet your ass I punch it Han Solo style.

All street racing - from the idiots in the $500 rusted Civics to the idiots in the supercars - needs to end, regardless of the driver's income or net wealth.

Affluenza in action.

EVERY FUCKING ONE OF THEM IS INDEED A DOUCHE. These asshats with more money than brains who shouldn't be driving a car with more than 110 HP (because they can't drive) playing in traffic with other cars on the road going 30 or 40 MPH slower than they are...and they wreck.

"hey I was smart enough I didn't have too."

Raise your hand if you ever served in a combat zone and had to deal with the likes of those guys. nobody? thought so.

Fuck off, you trolling dipshit.

You're really, really, stupid.

"I was worried when I saw the body bag. Then I was horrified when they brought out the bowling ball bag."

Hah, I had flashes of that an the weird goons from I Am Legend flash through my mind immediately.

Think you might have missed the sarcasm.

Did you eat a lot of paint chips as a kid?

Hahaha...I can't believe I didn't think of this. Well played.

He's a maniac...MANIAC! on the toll road.

In Pennsylvania the answer is somehow the last.

I always put "on occasion when my wife doesn't have a headache"

I love it, setting aside the tan top. Get a black bikini top and it'd look just that much better and would better display the roll bars.

That could be it, esp with the bad feelings exploding about gentrification in SF, and the widening socio-economic chasm in general.