The two go on like this until they meet up with a guy in a minivan. One of the guys got stuck behind him and is now trying to pass him. This isn't good for the minivan guy. The fact that he is driving that particular vehicle already threatens his manliness. As he sees the macho man trying to pass him he wishes desperately that his other car were out of the shop. The only thing he can do now to save himself from uncomfortable questions about his sexuality is beat the two in a race.
By now we have three guys screaming down the highway. It doesn't occur to any of them that they don't have a finish line, so none of them are really racing to anywhere particular. But they don't know that. All they care about is now being left in the dust. The exit they need comes and goes and they're still driving. Eventually other testosterone induced males have gotten involved and a highway war has begun. There will be no victor. Only losers. Seeing one of these spectacles is an incredibly awesome sight. In fact, most movies that involve street racing are filming actually highway wars and not stunt drivers. This phenomenon is usually located on the streets of Los Angelas, and sooner or later the guns get whipped out, and things get really exciting. What makes it even better is when one of the guys is stoned out of his gord. In fact, I think that NASCAR races should be done along the same lines as a highway war.