The Streets At Night

A car catches my attention as it pulls suddenly to the left into oncoming traffic in order to dart around and pass two slower moving cars taking up both of the southbound lanes. A black Cadillac is in the left lane and a navy blue Corolla is in the right. I quickly catch up to the two impeding sedans as they can't be going faster than forty kilometres an hour--the speed limit's sixty.

A private and eerie late-night funeral procession? A rolling start to a street race? A prolonged conversation through the windows of each car? Some sort of Jackass-esque stunt to try to annoy as many drivers heading south as possible?

The answer never becomes clear.

The two cars continue to box-in traffic at forty kph for at least another two kilometres until just before the next intersection when the Corolla suddenly roars to life, passing the Cadillac. Just through the lights the Corolla cuts over into the left lane in front of the Caddy and taps his brake lights. The last to be seen of that car is a middle finger thrown up and out of the driver's side window before it speeds off into the night. With one car out of the way, the other drops quickly behind as traffic catches up to its regular, 3am pace.