and other irrelevant chit-chat 
On the way back to 270 on Rt 27, I was in the middle lane of 3 (between 355 and 270). In front of me on my left was a little black car. In front of me on my right was a little silver car. As I cracked throttle to pass between them and go about my business, both cars decided that they wanted to change lanes at the same time - into the middle lane. I saw the motion in time and shut the throttle and threw out the hooks. Right then, silver car and black car banged doors a la NASCAR, then bounced back into their respective original lanes, looking at each other in that slack-jawed way that drivers who've never looked out their side windows do. Once they both stopped (blocking not one but two lanes), I shot past and saw the crumpled doors and silent yelling at each other.
I hate cars like poison sometimes. Do you know how much it would have cost to replace BOTH sides of the Triple 9? More numbers than I can type without skeefing all of DAMNs bandwidth, probably. Not to mention the cost of new legs. I should thank the Eye-talians in writing for Brembo brakes and discs as big as an extra large pizza. Mama Mia! Didn't that happen to The Fonz at some point?
Watch out for cars. They're after you.
