Had a bit of fun at the expense of a motorist today. An older guy in an 80-something MB turbodiesel. A real granddad car.

He cut me off at 24th and Capitol and was gunning it west on Capitol. I gave him the palms up "WTF?" gesture. He then jogged over to L Street, which is my route to work. I ride this street every day and know the timing of the lights so I knew that even if he jammed it up to 40 or so, he'd still get stuck at the lights. I caught up to him at 21st Street and yelled "Hey! Are you late for work?"

He said something through the closed window, the light changed and he gunned it. I think he would have spun the wheels if he could have. But he couldn't.

I caught up with him at 19th Street and yelled "You're an excellent driver!" I think I was making him mad now. He gunned it again and shot off in a cloud of gray diesel smoke.

I caught up to him again at 15th and yelled "You're the Man, Dale Jr.!" and then started yelling to no one in particular "Everybody out of his way! He's late for work!"

He just stared straight ahead but I could tell he was pissed. Unfortunately, I couldn't catch him at 12th Street and he got away.

Good times!