So I’m driving down Fairfax this morning, super high from an Independance Day yoga class and this black Porsche Carrera roars up beside me. He passes me and jumps on the tail of the Honda Accord in front of me. Apparently, she’s not driving fast enough for his taste, so he swings out on the LEFT into oncoming traffic and jumps back in ahead of her, stopped only by the light. She jams on her brakes, then hits her horn. He flips her a bird and then backs up and starts yelling. I pull up beside him and see a cowering 4 year old boy in the passenger seat and the guy chomping on his cigar. “Bitch” he shouts to no one in particular. He zooms off as the light changes. I see a LAPD patrol car pull up behind me, we travel to the next light. I motion to the cop as he pulls up and I mention the guy in the porshe is a lunatic. ‘Yeah, we know, we saw it, we’re running his plates now, thanks”. They flip their lights and siren on, take off after testosterone crazed Porsche man and pull him over. I wave as I go by. Sweet!