About 7 years ago, I learned why it pays to have a regular ol’ car worth much less than six figures…
Especially when fancy ass Maserati blatantly tries to cheat on right of way.
Epiphany in action:
The Maserati driver, attempting to project his vehicular dominance, stares down our protagonist, goading him as he attempts to pull his dastardly maneuver.
That was his first mistake.
In return he was offered only a cold, steely glare from our unnamed protagonist, and not an inch of asphalt.
In that brief ocular conversation, it was foretold, and understood, that the outcome would be much worse for him if this low speed game of brinkmanship were to be consummated in all its crunching glory.
And so, dear reader, he braked his ass up.
And peace and harmony were again fully restored to the lands.