The place where I live has quite a few rich people. No... not BMWs and Mercs. That is not rich. I'm talking about Maserati, Bentley and Ferrari. I'm neither that rich nor would like the car to drive me. So I drive a fully manual Jeep Wrangler. The symbol of freedom!
Now coming to the point, while returning from work one day, I noticed a fairly new Ferrari F430 spider in my rear view mirror. The guy driving this beauty was maintaining a distance of at least 400 ft behind me. I could understand his fear. If I suddenly, for no good reason on earth, decide to ram into the reverse gear and step on the gas, his precious possession would be nothing more than a mere bump on the road for me.
Unfortunately for him this did not last long. There came the two traffic lights hardly 500 ft from each other. He had no choice but to tail gate me as he preferred his Ferrari to kiss my Jeep's ass than get honked at by a million impatient idiots behind him.Labels: bentley, expensive cars, ferrari, huntington bay, jeep wrangler, maserati, New York, rich neighborhood, super rich people, tailgate, traffic light |
