I was driving in my residential neighborhood last week and saw my DT Barnum loving neighbor getting his mail from the mailbox as I drove towards his house. I "punched it" and sped down the street as I approached. He turned and gave me an ugly look. I hit the brakes hard, stopped and asked what might be the problem. He asked something to the effect of "why the f--k was I driving so fast and what the f--k was my problem?"
I told him that I didn't like anyone mandating how fast I could drive and that, if he had a problem with it, maybe he should stay inside to stay safe and get his mail at midnight when hardly anyone is driving. Told him that neither he nor the government had any right to tell me how to drive my car. Asked him if there had been anyone killed in the neighborhood after getting hit by a car.