Passing on the right.

I don’t like to do it.

But if you’re going UNDER the speed limit in the left lane, making no attempt to get out of the way—yeah, it’s gonna happen.

…

But that’s not why I’m here to vent today.

Twice in the past two days, on a fairly deserted stretch of rural divided highway, I’ve been tailgated.

What is important to note, is that there was NO REASON for these people to ride my ass.

• There wasn’t heavy traffic.
• The road conditions weren’t bad.
• I wasn’t going too slow.

I set the cruise at about 4 MPH over the speed limit and relax, because failure to utilize aforementioned cruise control usually condemns me to expensive speeding tickets.

Yet, there she is. For miles.

Not even pulling my hair.

So I courteously and with all due caution and proper signal usage change to the left lane, not disengaging cruise. Violator slingshots past me like they’ve just been blown from a cannon. I change back over to the right lane, boring angry holes into the back of her headrest.

WTH?!

She wasn’t even on a cell phone. Not screaming at kids bouncing around in the back seat. Not chatting excitedly with a girlfriend. Just driving alone, staring forward like a zombie robot student driver. Apparently completely distracted.

That was yesterday’s violator. This morning’s I could not identify because I’d been blinded by their headlights for miles before I moved left and they shot past. I’m not the type to sacrifice the rear end of my car by slamming on my brakes, and I had absolutely no reason to go any faster on this stretch of road in the pre-dawn dark… suicidal deer give precious little advance warning as it is.

One word. Why?

Why. Not. Just. Freaking. PASS?!

Some days I hate my 35 mile commute.

Mostly only those days I have to share the road with stupid.

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Tags: road rage