I heard the rumbling sound first. It was approaching me fast from behind. I saw a flash of red in my side mirror as it came around me. It was the roar of an american sports car. Flashy.
The driver gunned his engine on his way around me. He didn't need to. I wasn't driving fast. He goosed the accelerator more as a statement than an attempt at acceleration.
"As expensive as this car is," it said, "do you really think I worry about the price of gas?"