The Most Joyously Celebrated Fuckin' Asshole Day

In a place where all one can see are car bumpers, there is that instinctual, insatiable hunger for the open road that can bring a man to pursue even the slightest opening, or air pocket in a traffic jam, regardless of whether that new lane is moving any faster, or for that matter, slower, and whether the person behind him will be shat upon or not.