A couple months ago I am driving home and this guy in a maserati comes speeding up and nearly nicks my bumper trying to turn right at the corner that I just got to. I turn behind him and flip him the bird, he then slows down and I was like "fuck yeah" I was fuming, ready to kill this fucker. I speed up behind him and wait for him to do something because I didn't want to rush his car not knowing if the fucker had a gun or something, he opens his door and steps out and I realize it is an NFL player that I recognize, I get out ready to throw down and he sees how big I am and just mutters that he doesn't have the time to waste , blah, blah , jumps back into his car and guns it. What a fucking chicken shit.