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Last night I was driving home from school. Some punk kid in this little car comes up behind me and tailgates me for about a mile. Feeling aggravated, I decided not to bow to his wishes and speed up, but instead continued at my leisurely pace. He was so close that I could barely see his headlights in my rear view mirror and I said to myself, "This guy belongs in Rice-Boy Central!" At the first opportunity he sped around me like the idiot on wheels he was. At this point I saw his car in full view and was disgraced to see that it was a (late 90's) Camaro.