Four Way Stop

I was at a four-way stop today where one driver was confused whether it was "his turn" or not, which reminded me of this story my Paw Paw used to tell, it goes something like this:

Out in the country, if four cars arrive at a four way stop at the relatively same time, the right of way is not the first driver at the crossing, but the car with the biggest tires.

As I was continuing my drive home, I started thinking. Now is a good time to (metaphorically) get the biggest tires. I feel like I need something to show that I have control over something, even if it's as simple as getting the right of way at a four way stop.

Unrelated:

And here's a picture of my nephew, Joshua, hamming it up for the camera