I listen to the Jim Rome radio show every weekday between 9a and noon PT. He occasionally goes off on "Corvette Guy"--you know, the guy in the souped-up Corvette that has to race everyone to demonstrate his killer instincts and mating prowess, or something. (At least, that's what I gather by superimposing the habits of animals atop his behavior.)
I've noticed, though, that this isn't an isolated event. Corvette Guy: meet BMW SUV Gal. Just as you frequently cannot control the raw power of your vehicle (and thus feel like you must display it to everyone... there's a penis/impotence joke in there somewhere), she has no idea how to manuever her exceeding expensive toy... except to the extent that she can constantly drive 2.3 inches from the car in front of her, no matter the speed. Any practical driving deficiencies aside, she's fully capable of wielding the attitude that they apparently hand out when you sign for the SUV. Is she blocking traffic to pick up her 4th grade daughter (who, incidentally, has a $50 haircut and talks on her own cell phone TO FRIENDS SHE SAW 30 SECONDS AGO)? That's her RIGHT! Why should she move for the peons driving their Mazdas and Toyotas? Does she need to let anyone in the seemingly-endless line of cars? Of course not! Her $50k SUV is her meal ticket to tailgating lowly weaklings and turning botched parking jobs into three point turns everywhere!
Fear her fabulous soccer vehicle from hell! Boggle at the absurdity of her about-200cc-too-large breast job! Shield your eyes from her one-shade-shy-of-pumpkin tan job!
And whatever you do, make way for Her Majesty as she terrorizes school parking lots everywhere.