Vroom Vroom

Veronica is my car. She's a white Ford Mustang GT. I got Veronica when I turned 16. My dad gave her to me and the scene immediately turned into the scene from Wayne's World when Wayne and Garth meet Alice Cooper. (The "We're not worthy!" scene). But seriously though, I cried. I told my dad I didn't deserve it.

I bring Veronica to attention today because I'd love to share something with you that happens to me at least once a week.

The typical scenario:

I pull up to the red light. I turn my head to the left. There's a middle-aged man in a mini-van squeezing his steering wheel, inching up, and giving me a "you're a woman so you don't know how to handle that car so I'm going to kick your ass in a race" look.

And then I win. Every single time.

Seriously, why are you trying to race a Mustang? Please hold your dignity. Trade your mini-van in for a sports car and then we'll talk.

I swear, this is a weekly thing for me.