Hoopties

Now, as I am unsure if "hoopties" is an actual word, nevertheless, it describes exactly what I need it to. Ok, so I'm driving down the freeway in the fast lane. What's this in front of me? A busted ass, old, red, piece of shit that is dented to such an extreme amount that it looks like its rolled on every crevice of its frame. There are no hub caps or side mirrors in sight and the trunk is being held shut by a very worn out bungee cord. Both bumpers are dented, tweaked and half missing and the windshield adorns a crack that spans from the left side to the right. There are innumerable amounts of bird feces and countless layers of dirt surrounding the chipped paint. Not to mention that I have to turn off my air in order to avoid the deathly fumes coming from their exhaust pipe.
Now that hoopties or singularly known as hoopty, has been described to a T, the purpose of this blog can now commence.
So remember, I'm in the fast lane. This thing is going 60-65 tops where the speed limit is 70. The fast lane is for people like me who travel a good 5 mph over the speed limit or more. Every one behind me is passing and consequently I am unable to pass. Big Rigs are now visibly passing me in the slow lane. As soon as there is an opening, I perform my civic duty of honking and passing.
This is an annoying moment in my life. What bothers me is that it happens all the time. If you are driving a hoopty and are unable to keep up with my 75 mph speed limit, move over! Its called the fast lane so I can go fast, not so I can observe your busted ass.