I love having a diesel. I love the sound, the smell and even the smoke. A few months back, before the cold, I was cut off by a young punk in a little rice burner. As life would have it we ended up side by side at the next light. I really didn't care as I didn't want to waste my time but the punk decided to show off for his girl and give me the finger. Even though this was a 4 door car I wouldn't even have scratched my bumper in a head on. I edged up a little and he thought I was going to race him. Actually I was pulling just far enough up to get my tail pipe near his window. The car was so low my pipe was in his ear, literally. By this point his girl is laughing cautiously but still hanging with him. The light turn green and I layed on the pedal with my chip on high. All I saw out my rear window was his girl hitting him in the head coughing her guts out as black smoke filled his car. At the next light he made it a point not to get near me. Interestingly enough I didn't even break the speed limit but neither did he since he didn't have the guts to pass me after that. I try not to judge a book by its cover but like I said, a punk.