For the first time, I've encountered a jerk driving a Challenger.

My wife and I were driving around this afternoon in Alamo Heights, an old-money suburb on San Antonio's north side. I spotted a dark blue 09 ahead of me, and started snaking through traffic to get a better look at it. Eventually, we pull up next to the car (it was an R/T) to the driver's left. The guy appeared to be in his late 50s (not that much older than us).

I drive alongside for a bit, and the guy doesn't even look over. I beep the horn politely, and my wife waves at him. Still, the guy doesn't look over. I ease about half a block ahead of him, then slow down. Now the guy gets a real PO'd look on his face and doesn't turn his head in our direction. I ease ahead of him again, then slow down to turn into a convenience store on my left. The guy drives right past us like we didn't even exist.

Even when I had my 70 back in the old days, I NEVER encountered someone driving another Challenger that wouldn't acknowledge a friendly greeting. Of course, back then, I wasn't going through snooty parts of town, either.