Welcome to New York - now go back to Jersey, you moron.

So - we had a lovely day today.  The sun is shining, the snow is gone and the Spring bulbs are bursting.

We had breakfast out - took a lovely drive up through Marbletown, High Falls and Stone Ridge - and we even ventured across the Catskills to check out the Ashokan Reservoir that supplies New York City.

A beautiful, leisurely day.

We got onto Route 28 to head for home and, no sooner had we turned onto the highway, Vinny and Snookie from Passaic and their offspring and over-bred, pedigreed dog with its head hanging out the window - driving the largest possible land ark that Ford can make- is suddenly in my rear view mirror.

The douchebag in the ball cap driving was alternately tailgating me or falling back on the 2-lane highway down the mountains.

About the time I slowed down to the legal speed limit, Vinny would back off - when I was high-tailing it (well - 60 in a 55 mph zone) I could see my reflection in his wife's D&G knock-off sunglasses.

We were both very aware of his douche-y driving - but I refuse to get a ticket because some dip-bag feels he needs to run his V8 Hemi at maximum power.

Wherever passing was allowed, I drifted to the right, indicating "pass me you Jersey douche bag."  And although he tried on a couple occasions, traffic or the landscape intervened.

Finally, as we approached Kingston, the highway expanded to two lanes each way and we (gratefully) drifted into the right lane, allowing Mr. Summer's Eve to pass.  We knew this stretch of road - it was a highly enforced speed trap - designed to catch tourists visiting the Catskills or Woodstock.

Best not to speed.  (giggle)

He sped by  - we made no eye contact, no helpful gestures...nothing.

I felt hollow - like this douche had won some unspoken victory.

but then....

As we approached the city limits, we saw a State Trooper pull a U-turn across all lanes of traffic as the white Ford Douche-mobile sped past.

Lights flashed, sirens wailed and the Douche-mobile pulled over to the shoulder.

I rolled my window down.

Brian: "What are you doing?"

Me:  "I'm going to beep and fist pump as we go by!!!!!"

Brian: "You are not. Put your window up."

Me: "Oh - please?"

Brian: "You will not do anything - you will drive by and you will not make eye contact."

Me: "You're no fun."

Brian:  "Look - be happy that there apparently is a god - or at least a sense of justice in the world."

Me: "I'd rather flip them off and make PHHTTT noises at them."

Brian:  "Karma."

Me:  "Shit."

Truthfully, it made my day.