I have a confession to make. I think we know each other well enough that I can share a dirty, little secret with you, right?
I mean, we’ve been hanging out around here for a while now. Clearly, I can trust you.
Just try not to judge me, okay? Here goes…
I’m an all out, pedal to the metal, don’t even think about trying to beat me, race you off the white line, red light drag racer.
And in my head, everyone else is racing me, too.
Listen, I asked you not to judge me, okay? But I can’t help it. When I pull up to a red light and there’s another car sitting there, I know, I just KNOW, that they are going to try to beat me through the intersection. They might even be planning to cut me off, if they get the chance.