Martin Baxter always had a need for speed on the highway. He drove a black Chevelle SS he called "The Black Racer" and was always up for a challenge. Finally, Martin got tired of just asking other drivers to race him, so he decided to up the ante by playing chicken, which turned into road rage for the drivers he was pissing off.

When Martin got off work he was constantly tailgating other drivers, but one of the driver's he provoked thought he could teach him a lesson but Martin was too crazy and the driver would lose in the end. The driver came along side of Martin's car, and rolled his driver side window down and shouted obscenities at Martin, and told him to pull over, and settle it with firsts, not cars. But that just pissed off Martin even more, which didn't take much.
As the driver motioned for Martin to pull over, Martin pulled out his 357 magnum and shot the driver in the head.

"Nobody messes with The Black Racer!" Martin said laughing.

Martin sped off down the road to his cabin in the woods. He couldn't wait to see the evening news to hear about the road rage incident. After watching the news and hearing about the other driver dying at the scene, Martin just laughed and said as he chased down a can of beer, "Wow, I'm going to be famous! Can't wait to piss off another driver and blow out his brains."