My blue Fiat 500 has a nemesis. Almost every day I've come across it, a red Mini darts in front of me at the lights and steals my hotel parking spot. Every time I see it I say - "Ah, my nemesis ... we meet again!"
I'm pretty sure the Mini is faster. I mean I haven't bothered to check the actual specs but it is red after all. My Fiat is slightly smaller and, oddly, I feel good about that. I have the smallest car on the road. That much I know.
But my nemesis car is ruder than mine. Red Mini took the only remaining parking spot outside Starbucks the other day ...
"Damn you, my nemesis! You saw me indicating for that! How could you?" I yelled at my closed window as I switched off the wipers I had accidentally turned on instead of the indicator.