The year was 1979. I was driving on a freeway in the middle of nowhere. I had a fast car and liked passing people on the freeway. With my FuzzBuster securely on the dash, I went around a car at about 90. A short time later, the guy passed me. I couldn't let that be the end of it. I caught up and passed him again doing 100. About that time, I hear a gunshot. I look in the mirror and see a rifle resting on the side rear view mirror pointed my way. Another shot. I floored it. Didn't look back until the speedo said 140. I left him in the dust and my heart in my throat.
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