[UPDATED] Poor Judgment

This is an example of weather that would
make it acceptable to drive slowly...

So, since I've moved to Colorado, I've been rather unimpressed with Coloradans' driving skill in inclement weather...or in darkness. It seems whenever it rains, snows, or just gets dark, people here decide 10mph under the speed limit is MUCH safer...


ANYWAYS, for those of you who don't live in the awesome area that is Boulder, CO, we got a DUSTING of snow...mostly the foothills look

like they just got a bad case of dandruff. But apparently people here haven't seen snow before, and perhaps they thought it was actually a form of anthrax, and that if they drove too fast it would get kicked up into their A/C intake and they would inhale the stuff. All that is to say, people were driving super slow.

So I get on the highway, and I'm weaving through traffic when I come up on this very manly-looking, black Mustang GT, who apparently thought that because he was going 65 (and thus, faster than the rest of the traffic) he had the god-given right to just sit in the passing lane...even if there was a car on his bumper. I, on the other hand, have no patience for this sort of thing and was annoyed at being prevented from traveling at my desired speed of 80.

Yep. Just like this guy.

So, when the opportunity arose, I stepped out into the right line and zipped around him, being sure to give him a quizzical look with my sunglasses pushed to the tip of my nose as I passed him. All went well, and I was back in the passing lane with plenty of room to spare before passing some hippy in a Prius.

However, Mr. Mustang-Dude was apparently not pleased by this turn of events, because no sooner had we passed the hippy Prius than I heard the roaring of 412 angry horses. Mustang Dude was apparently thinking "How DARE he pass me! Doesn't he know how many horsepowers I have? I should teach him and his tiny Mazda a lesson!" What I'm guessing he had planned to do, was put the pedal to the metal and fly past me like a gazelle being chased by wild hyenas. Unfortunately, he only succeeded on the first count, because what I SAW was a flurry of spinning tires and flying snow as he sailed straight off the highway into a ditch.

I BADLY wanted to stop, walk over, and ask him if he was all right (all while wearing a huge grin on my face), but I was running late to work, so I resigned myself to simply sharing it on the internet. Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did :-)

STORY UPDATE: 

The next day as I was driving to work, I saw the same black Mustang, looking only slightly worse for wear. I know this was the same Mustang because I recognized the imbecile in the front seat...and evidently he recognized me, because when I pulled up beside him and reenacted my quizzical look with the sunglasses on my nose, he did double-take, flipped me the bird, and sped off. Normally, I might have tried to catch him, but I had to slow down so I could wipe the tears out of my eyes from laughing so hard.