73 mph. A man with a goatee in a red sedan was riding my ass in the left lane while I passed a white van. After I passed the white van, I stayed in the passing lane for awhile. The man with the goatee sped closer. Abruptly I jerked into the right lane. The man with the goatee wasn't expecting it. Screech. The sedan veered off the highway and plummeted down a grassy knoll. It almost flipped over. A short, sharp victory.