It's a Ford fool... get out the way!

I have a truck.  I big truck.  An F-150 Super Cab to be precise.  Its my baby.  Mess with my truck and die.  I am also on the shorter side (almost 5'5").  My truck feeds my Napoleon syndrome.  When I am driving my baby down the road I feel invincible.  I pretend I am Jeff Gordon (pretentiousness included) and I race other trucks (mostly in my mind, the other drivers just think I'm crazy usually).  Saturday the husband and I went to Savannah with the children.  On our way home, some dumb college student (dressed like a hobo wanna be) lightly tapped our bumper.  I immediately turned into a nut job and was about to pounce on this guy like a ravenous lioness on a weak antelope in the Serengeti.  If it weren't for my wonderful husband holding me back, I'm pretty sure I would have been thrown in the Chatam County Jail.  Don't worry, my truck is just fine.  I on the other hand, am still crazy :)