I was cruising along about 55-60 the other day, when a Chevy pulls out in front of me, to the point I had to nail the brakes to not hit the guy. Pissed me off. Then he gets on it and starts chugging smoke like a douche, but he wasn't really going anywhere. I guess he thought he was a bad ***, right up until the part where the big dually powerstroke blew his doors off. The look on his face was priceless. He had a few stickers in his window from what I'm guessing is a performance diesel shop. He should probably get his money back.