Why, oh why, do I attract reckless drivers like a Chow attracts cockleburrs? I had two young guys in a Camaro attached to my rear bumper, until they decided–not to merely pass me. Oh no, that would’ve been too civilized–but to instead, wait until I stopped at an intersection to make a left-hand turn. Before I could negotiate said turn, however, they zipped around my left side, so that they could turn in front of me. Sweet fancy Jesus! It’s not like I was poking along, either. I was going 45mph in a 35mph zone, which is plenty fast, I think. They needed to be going even faster, I guess, because they zoomed off at an insane rate of speed.
Then, as I was going through Miller’s Flats (a stretch of straight two-lane highway, speed limit 55mph), I had an Explorer in front of me and a string of cars behind me, headed by a truck with dualies. We were going 65mph, which is plenty fast for that area, as it’s really windy and the road has some weird dippy bits it that want to toss you off into the ditch. Anyway, 65mph was not fast enough for Mr. Dualies, so he passed me. Only, he misjudged the on-coming traffic, and I had to slow down so that he could get around me in time. Then, he did the exact same thing to the Explorer in front of him. So, he made two cars slam on their brakes, put people’s lives at risk, and ultimately slowed down a long line of traffic, just because he had to be in front. And here’s the kicker–he didn’t go any faster than the Explorer had been going! He just wanted to be at the head of the line, I guess. Fuckwit.
I think people should be able to explore their own death wishes, an’ all, but I wish they would disinvite me from the festivities.
red paper boat 