Car Talk
My girls run on local streets and are frequently beset by that bewildering breed of Neanderthal who guns his engine, then peels past them. This maneuver is often accompanied by a frenzy of horn blasting.
What could possibly make these guys think that women might find this appealing? They might also want to consider that runners in particular are going to be less than thrilled by the close and unexpected rev of an engine and/or earsplitting blare of a car horn. Add to all that the wave of noxious exhaust fumes that they can’t avoid inhaling, and trust me, the net impression is anything but positive.
My theory is that these jerks somehow imagine their cars are shouting, “Look at me!” but they are leaving off the full and accurate translation, which is: “Look at me! I’m an enormous asshole.”