A Good Year for the Outlaw

Donchya just love the guys who drive 52 MPH on a lonely rural two lane highway (not to get specific, but let’s say, Illinois Route 78 between Kewanee and Canton), and then drive the same 52 MPH (or actually sometimes speed up) when going through little map dots where the posted limit is 45 (again, without being too specific, let’s say, for example, Laura or West Jersey on Illinois Route 78 between Kewanee and Canton)?

Those guys tick me off.

But not nearly as much as THIS guy:

The dude who drives somewhere between 49-53 on uphill “No Passing” zones, then suddenly finds it within himself to drive 62-66 in the zones where passing is allowed. Then, when you DO pass him he tried to not allow that by ramping it up to 70, 75, or 80 as you try to go by.

Still not as bad as THIS guy:

The guy who is cruising along on the Interstate at 67 or 68 MPH, but when you go by at 71 or 72, he chooses to latch onto your rear bumper to the point where you can see what part of lunch is still hanging off his mustache. He won’t PASS you, mind you, but by golly he’s going to be your new trailer you didn’t order. He’s also the guy that, when you slow down to his previous speed of 67, pulls into the left lane like he’s going to pass…and then doesn’t, instead sitting dangerously in your blind spot over your left shoulder, like the second goose in a “V”. That is among the most dangerous moves in all of driving, yet I see it all the time. Bottom line…if you haven’t got the cajones to travel 71 (which you’ll never be stopped for) by yourself, don’t make me your “front door” and expect me to like it. If/when a trooper decides to fill the state’s coffers by stopping a dude doing 71, the SMART troopers (and I know MANY who do this), will grab the second guy in line, the tailgater, the shoulder holder, the blind spot filling moron, before they’ll stop the first guy (me). Because they can see what’s really going on.

So, a message to the silver Toyota from Friday evening…grow a set, or let your wife drive.