Driving my 1992 Nissan Pathfinder, a fella in a 5.0 Mustang GT felt I was going too slow for this back road and tailgated so close I could not see his headlights in my rear view. But I knew this road, and it was under construction. So I slowly eased into the gas as he matched my every move. 40, 50, 60, 70, 85 miles per hour and he’s right on my tail. And then we hit it. Actually the Mustang hit the 3 inch bump where the milled pavement ended and the old pavement began; I just bumped a bit in my Finder. He took out his entire front suspension and even knocked the headlights cross-eyed. Car revenge is mine, sayeth the Lord.