And why is Port Angeles in new Seattle--
last year I'm driving through the center of town...this 1970's era station wagon with fake wood paneled doors and filled with about 8 members of the most fucked up looking hillybilly family piled inside, tailgates me through town. Despite a free, second, lane they had to pass me anytime they liked, they rode my bumper and repeatedly leaned on the horn at me- and I was even speeding. They finally passed and took a left turn, at which point the 75 year old woman in the front passenger seat, with her weatherbeaten face, and hair pulled into an attractive, greasy bun/ponytail, flipped me the bird. I didn't have time to view the others, but I could see that numerous hand gestures came from the inner depths of this smelly old car. Fucking inbreds.