As many of you know, I get to drive 7 miles of some of the best twisties that El Dorado County has to offer, namely SB HWY 49 between Auburn & beautiful downtown Cool.

Heading down the canyon, I quicky came upon a Green late model Chevy S10 truck, complete with a burned out RR brake light.
I say "quickly" not because I was speeding, but because this *** hat was poking along at 22 mph.

22mph is roughly one half the posted speed limit of 45 mph.

As we proceeded to the county line, a total of 11 more vehicles got in line behind me.

That's a total of 12 vehicles behind Mr *** Hat.

About 200 yds from the bridge, I noticed that an RV was coming down Old Forrest hill Road and was turning onto SB Hwy 49.
"Great...." I mumbled to myself as the RV beat us to the turn.

"That's OK...the RV & Mr *** Hat will use the up coming turn out and let all of us pass" I cheerfully said out loud.
RV uses the turn out while Mr *** Hat proceeds to pass the RV at his leasurely 22mph.

I waited until there was enough room between Mr *** Hat & the RV before envoking the Blessed Lady of Acceleration and passed Mr *** Hat on the right.

I got to enjoy the remaining 2.5 miles to Cool with no traffic and quickly forgot about Mr *** Hat.
Pulling into the parking lot at the Physical Therapy office, I decided to check my voice messages.
I was letting the Scoobie idle down while listening to my boss ramble on about something, I noticed a vehicle parked next to me, on the driver's side.

"Excuse me...Excuse me..."
Looking, I noticed it was Mr *** Hat, who was so muscular, he happened to have no neck.

Without putting the phone down, I listened to Mr *** Hat lecture me about how unsafe I was, and how he hoped that I died slowly in a crash.
Switching the phone to my left ear, I told him to hold on.

I leaned over to my locked briefcase and withdrew my Springfield 1911 .45 ACP and placed between the driver's seat & center console.

Mr *** Hat was losing his cool & started to get louder with me.
I offered Mr *** Hat my cell phone so he "call someone that gives a ****."

Mr *** Hat: Excuse me?!
Me: You heard me, you hypocritical piece of ****.
Mr *** Hat: Excuse me?! What did....
Me: Look...you were driving 1/2 the posted speed limit, you failed to use the turn out lane as you are required by law to do, got a burned out brake light, your headlight is burned out, and your hood won't latch. So before you lecture me, fix your **** or **** off.

At this point, Mr *** Hat, released his seatbelt and looked like he wanted to dicuss this matter much closer to me.

"Before you get out of that POS you drive, I'll give you fair warning that I'm armed and have already dialed 9-1. What you do in the next few seconds will decide our fate. Please get away from me before this situation ends tragically for the both of us."

Mr *** Hat paused, closed his door, looked at me, and mumbled something about idiots driving fast cars.

As he backed up, I offered him to have great day.

**EDIT***

I want to add that while I never brandished my firearm, what I did was illegal and don't recommend that any of you follow my poor example.

Looking back, it would have been better had I just exited my car and ignored Mr *** Hat.