*sigh* I guess I just don't drive fast enough for some folks. Does that mean I'm getting
old?
Doing about 40 mph down a twisty, built-up section of a road with a school, a gated community, blind corners and a speed limit of 45, I look in my mirror and could just about tell you the eye color of the driver in the full-sized pickup behind me. Now, I know he wasn't trying to read my bumper sticker, 'cause I don't have one. When the road straightened out, I moved up to 45, but this clown was still a lot closer than I liked. We drive less than a quarter of a mile down the road, and I see a car ahead of me slowing for a right turn, with at least one car behind it, so I get off the gas, knowing that we won't be doing 45 again for quite a while, especially since there is a US Postal Service jeep putting mail in the mailboxes a short distance ahead of them, and he already has at least two vehicles behind
him. A short distance ahead of all that is an SUV coming the other way on this 2-lane road. I'm driving a small (rental) sedan, so I know the dude in the truck should be able to see what I'm seeing over the top of my vehicle (or is it really too much to expect people to look past the bumper of the car they are following too closely?) The guy in the truck had backed off a bit, but as I brake for the line-up behind the USPS jeep, the truck (and his utility trailer load of baled pine straw) goes whizzing past me on the left. Double yellow line; there is a road coming up on the left, but the short turn lane for it doesn't start for at least another couple hundred feet. No way is the road 3 vehicles wide at this point; the oncoming SUV had to run partly on the shoulder to avoid hitting the truck (fortunately, all of the mail boxes are on our side of the road). As the truck makes the turn into the road on the left, a vehicle peels out of the lineup ahead of me and follows him . . . a large, black SUV with SHERIFF on the side of it.
Dontcha just
love instant karma?!
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