Speed Racer Moron

So I'm cruising down the highway at the posted speed limit which is about 65 mph. I'm enjoying the nice afternoon, got the windows down, the breeze feels good and helps to balance the warm sun shining generously on my skin. It's just about 4.15 pm and the rush-hour traffic has already started. I'm in the slower lane on the right side of the highway with my fellow motorists who enjoy taking their time to get home like I do, perhaps after their busy days.

All of a sudden, I look in my rear-view mirror and who should I see? None other than Speed Racer Moron who is either hurrying to Nascar or definitely took a wrong left turn and ended up on the interstate.

Speed Racer Moron