Whenever I drive back to Amherst from Boston, I meander through stretches of single-lane roads. As night falls, I particularly enjoy rolling down my window, sticking my hands out, and blasting some music. I will then put my headlights up and channel my inner rapper. Sure, I will dim them when oncoming cars pass by. But if my flickering does not dim theirs, I know how to take my hands off the steer and throw gang signs. Imagine what goes through their heads:
"Look at this Uber guy, does he think he's 50 Cent or what?" (I drive a black Honda Civic - an Uber X classic.)
Time to invest in some shades, blings, and a bloody coupe I guess..
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