Eat My Dust

I was the only car on the freeway this morning that had the nerve to pass the cop. He was going slow. Under the speed limit, in fact. So while all the other cars hung back, afraid to risk the cop's wrath, I flew past him at 70 mph, laughing maniacally and shouting, "Losers!" to the cars in my rearview mirror.

Then I quickly slowed back down to 65.

What can I say, I'm a rebel.

Within reason.

It sure did feel good, though,
The Brown-Eyed Girl