Driving home from a hard day’s work a new VW sedan something or other comes up fast behind then beside me and starts taunting me, I’m thinking to myself “a VW? Really? a VW?”. I ignore him but he persists. I give the gas pedal a quick stab and quickly get ahead of him, this gets him even more wound up. We get to a red light and we’re side by side, I look over and see that it’s a young 20 something kid. He looks over at me, sits up even higher on his seat and revs his engine. I can tell he’s excited and ready to go. “A VW? Really? a VW?,,,, you sure you want to do this?”. We’re about 10 blocks from home in a busy residential street. It’s an uphill and the crest is about one and a half blocks away. As we’re sitting waiting for the light I’m thinking “To kill? or not to kill?. Residential street, What or who’s on the other side of the hill, Is he worth my time and effort?”. The light changes he steps on the gas and speeds away, I on the other hand just took off normally at a moderate speed and let him live. This was not the right place to race. I must be getting old, or just being responsible.