Dear dude driving the black Acura on 152 W,
I was driving in the left lane, behind a line of cars. You were at the front of all these cars, with a long stretch of highway clear in front of you. I changed into the right lane and passed all the cars, including you. As I passed you, I couldn't miss the sound of your tricked out engine, nor the douche-y toolness of you and your three dudely passengers.
I don't know how fast you were going but I know when I changed back into the left lane I was going 90 with a good gap between your car and mine, widening by the minute. For some reason unknown to me, you felt the need to speed up, pass me, and then drop back down to 80, directly in front of me.
Now, I know this is going to be a hard concept for you to understand but stick with me for a minute. Sometimes people who drive behind you actually want to drive faster than you. When this happens, they pass you. This works out well because the person who wants to drive faster can be in front of the person who wants to drive slower. In other words, if you're driving 80 and I want to drive 90, you should be behind me.
I can only assume that your reasons for acting the way you did were either malicious or ill informed.
So here's what you can do. You can either grow a fucking pair and you know, really speed or you can deal with the fact that sometimes, girls in boring old Saturns are going to pass you and your bros driving in your small penis mobile. So let them.
I hope the Jack in the Box you pulled off to get in Los Banos gives you a fucking heart attack, dickwad.