Some readers would look at this word and intended to communicate something that is not directly expressed implying that it could represent a driver with a bad attitude. Of course people will always go to the lowest denominator or the worse case scenario. What they aren't looking at is the combination of words, "Road Warrior" - Meaning: a person who travels a lot especially as part of his or her job.

 

Rascally, this is my favorite word out of the 3.

"Rascally" - Meaning: Playful in an appealingly bold way, full of fun, and high spirits.

This word made me think of the Looney Tunes cartoons... Bugs Bunny and the gang. So it's all in fun - the Rascally Road Warriors, plus I like how it rolls off the tongue. the Rascally Road Warriors, introducing Laferty and Wilfong.

 

August:

 

Every now and then a car will pull up beside me and wants to hear the blast of the air-horns. It doesn't matter how old or young that person is, they just want to hear the sweet sound of trumpets coming from a big rig. While rolling down the highway, a car full of college age girls on a road trip having a good time were doing the Arm Pump motion signaling me to pull on the horn's cable, at least I hope that's what they meant. After I sounded the horns, they all waved thanking me... whatever.

 

Another time was this one time a car pulled up and rode next to me, a family of four. I knew they were there to my side, but also noticed that they were taking too long to pass... very dangerous. Dad was doing the driving, mom was curled up in a blanket with her head resting peacefully on a pillow. In the back seat was a toddler in a baby seat and a young lad about 6 years old. The young boy wanted to hear the air horns so he starts gesturing the "pull the cord" signal, better known as the "arm pump".

 

At first I thought the kid was having a seizure, but them realized it was the Arm Pump, and he must have wanted to hear the air horns pretty bad. I thought that I better lay on those horns before the kid pulls his arm out of his socket. His window was down and has a very impatient eager expression on his face. It's hard to say no to someone with so much ambition, so I reach up and let'm rip. I thought mom was going to launch through front windshield. I'm surprised the air bags didn't deploy.

 

After crawling out from under her blanket, hair looking like it just went through a tornado, she pushed her face up against the window looking like she had rabies, fogging up the inside of the glass as she growled out some words that resembled some sign language indicating... well, you know. The baby went from a comatose stage to a screaming banshee. Big brother was now holding his hand over his face as he was gagging for air through the open window. Moms blanket suddenly turned into a breathing mask and dad was laughing indicating that he somehow instigated this whole thing by encouraging little Tommy in the back seat to “go for it”.

 

Mom was now screaming similar words to dad as the car took off. Up the road I saw the car had pulled into a rest area with all four doors opened, probably airing out a foul fragrance that resembles rotten eggs. Perhaps dad might want to reconsider what constitutes a good laugh.