So I'm on my way home from the gym tonight and some guy in a turbo beetle is driving like Captain McHardass. Weaving in and out, racing up a lane and crossing all three lanes in a big hurry. Nothing I'd usually notice, but seeing a Beetle driven in this manner grabbed my attention. Had it been a Civic, I probably wouldn't have even known he was there.

I found myself picturing an angry, gay male, mid-30s, bad hair, gnawing at his steering wheel, limply flailing his arms and swearing at the top of his lungs in a lisp. For some reason, this struck me as funny and I ended up all the way home. There's just something ironic about an angrily driven turbo beetle that warms my bowels.

Keep on struggling, striving and raging Angry Beetle Pilot...the world must know your fury.