That's funny, I was leaving the store just after him and I got behind him. He kept pummeling the brakes, so I backed off, then he'd zoom ahead and flick a half-smoked cigarette out the window at my car - a perfect hit right in the center of the windscreen every time. I finally got up to a red light next to him - he was going to the left and I straight and I made the mistake of looking over at him and he ran his finger across his throat. Then, he rammed the accelerator and cut me off again, before coming to a complete stop, forcing me to a complete stop.
As he exited the vehicle, he was chucking a can of beer and rolling up his sleeves. I was terrified. I rolled the window down - I have a crank window, you see, not power windows. He leans into my car and just whispers: "We'll lose 'em on the straightaway, follow my lead". I had no clue what he was on about but he opened up my door, cranked the window up, shut the door and flat-out sprinted to his car. He rammed the accelerator, squealed his tire and I just sat, dumbfounded, watching his tail lights drift away. That was the last I saw of old Jimmy Skinback.
