Near the end of a 9 hour drive (this last leg heading right into the sun), I prepare to merge onto the interstate. Checking the side mirror the way looks clear. I look over my left shoulder, drifting ever so slightly toward that lane, and see a small car in my blind spot. Righting myself in my own lane I watch the young man speed past me yelling, bobbing his head, and gesturing wildly as he drives past. His license plate reads AUNT BEBE.
With no one directly behind him, I merge in, just a little close for comfort (because I’m a jerk) and watch him looking in his rearview mirror, bobbing his head and gesturing at me. I ride there for a couple of minutes enjoying the show, until the highway divides and he veers to the right. As I pass him on the left, I see he has a peace sign sticker on the door to his gas cap.