My commute consisted of a guy pulling up beside me at a red light in his pick up. Now remember, I live in the deep south. This guy rolls down his window and starts singing a David Allan Coe song, "If That Ain't Country." He looked at me again and said, I'll race ya. Then he spun his tires and off he went. I met up again at the next light and he rolled down his window again and said that I was too slow. Oh well. It was funny. I love the south. So many characters.