They got me on my way home from Hilton Head in July. 90+ passing downhill. I was a little pissed off, mind you. Having followed a mongoloid loose behind the wheel for a very long time. He had locked doors with a semi and would not allow anyone to pass.
I hope he died in the mountains.
I've let go of this though.
Hopefully he crashed into his family manner on the side of the Blue Ridge Mountains eliminating his bloodline.
Logistically, this wouldn't make sense. We were on a mountain and his family of toads would likely be in a swampy, low-land marsh.
Some call me a dreamer but I'm not the only one.