I've probably told this story on here before, but here goes:

A couple years ago I was riding with one other teammate coming back into town. We were probably 1/2+ mile from a major stoplight toward the edge of town. This big F350 dually with a mattress propped up in the back slows down next to us, and then right when we looked over - floors it - black smoke engulfed us for a second. I can see the light is green up ahead, but it might not be that way for long. I crank it up, go into the IABs and chase after this guy, hoping to give him a piece of my mind at the stop light (I have no idea what I would have done, probably just thrown expletives at him and then gotten beat up). The light turns red... My vision is turning red from my effort.

This guy stops at the light, first in line and all by himself. My teammate has been trying to hang onto my wheel this whole time. I ease up a bit as I see that his light is going to turn green before I would get to him and have a chance to say anything. The guy takes of, trying to make more soot (I guess). As he does this, his queen-size mattress flips out of his bed and plops in the middle of the intersection. He gets the truck pulled over and turned around right about the time we get there. Now a whole bunch of cars are waiting impatiently for him to move his crap.

My teammate and I rolled through laughing as loud as we could and flipping him the bird. It was priceless. As we rode by there was a moment of panick for us and the guy - he starts cussing at us and hesitated for a minute like he was going to just go in his truck, run us over, and then go back for the mattress. Luckily he didn't.

He got the bed and started after us (we resumed TT pace when we realized how utterly pissed off this guy was at us!). Luckily we were able to cross the tracks on our route home just before te gates lowered for a train or else he would have caught us in about 10 seconds... PHEW.