Was going 55 in a 55... Because the f'ing engine wouldn't go any faster. Foot to the floor the entire trip. It's a 2 lane divided highway, 11PM, no other traffic. But nobody seemed to want to pass me until they rode up on my bumper first, flashed their lights, honked, and sat there for 45 seconds. A few of them made damn sure that I saw them flip me off, too. What did they expect from an antique truck covered in dents and other assorted damage on temporary tags?