I live and work in a college town. Now that in itself introduces alot of interesting driving to say the least, but the other day, I swear, I almost snapped. I parked on the street and was finished loading the mower and locking down the trimmer. I always look both ways for traffic because frankly, some of these locals I don't trust as far as I can spit. Sure enough as I was standing by my trailer this guy (with two little kids no less) drives by me about 50mph...about 6 inches from me. After a quick check to make sure I wasn't missing any equipment (if you know what i mean) Quick, Blue Honda Element, plate number....got it. Jump in the truck, and without being too agressive, I followed him up the street. Well, I lost him....but only for about five minutes. I find his car (if you can call it that) parked at this house and so I stop, walk up to the door and ring the door bell. He comes to the door. I ask him if that's his car and was he driving it just now. He says yes. I tell his simply to please try to slow and suddenly gets all defensive and says he was only driving 35mph. I said, no problem, I'll just go back to my truck and call my friend the local PD and since i don't have any other accounts for the rest of the day, I'll be happy to wait for a cruiser to swing by as I report an attempted assault. He freaks and starts babbling. Then this guy says I'm out of line and never come buy his house again. I turn around and tell him he's full of crap and that I expected a "real" man to man conversation to be honest and if he ever pulls that crap again, I'll have him arrested or at least cited. 35mph my as*! I've seen him since. He drives ALOT slower. Gives me this look like I have fungus on my forehead. Let's face it, if you park on the street, your life is on the line. You put out 2-3 bright orange cones, and every Ernhardt wanna- be feels like he has to come close to them at full speed.