Here's a kill story for all to enjoy. Last night at 8:45 I was out with the wife enjoying an evening without the kid(5). As we were leaving town on 145 heading up our little mountain here in Meridian, MS. I was in the left lane trying to merge when the guy behind me starts to speed up. Not wanting to upset the wife with a case of road rage, I gradually slow down to let the guy go ahead, when out of nowhere he slams on the brakes and jumps behind me flashing his lights. I can tell by looking into the rearveiw that its an early model Dodge- maybe mid 90's. Well with the lane open in front I step on the gas and jump ahead into the merging two-lane. This obviously pissed him off, because here he comes agoin riding my bumper so close I cant even see his headlights in my mirror. By now I'm pissed and ready to pull over and have a chat with him when to my suprise my wife says leave him. Well an opprtunity like this only comes once in a while so I flip my ts- to 100 and open a can on this guy, leaving him like he's in reverse. Slowly I see his headlights disappear and I ease off the throttle and continue on my way. Just ahead in the road going upa steep incline probably 7% slope or better the two lane turns to three lanes with a big truck lane used for passing. You guessed it here he is flying by me on the outside running 90 or so. Now it's personnal, I tell the wife to hold on and I flip the switch to 140..........at 115 I pass him uphill and I dont let up for the next mile or so until I feel I've made my point. Sad to say though I think the truck was a gas burner when I passed him, but I know he will think twice the next time he starts something with a powerstroke. By the way in case youre wondering, the boost hit 36psi going up that hill, and when the road leveled out, I had the needle buried around the 120 mark with power to spare........................man you got to love a deisel.