I posted this story but it subsequently disappeared.
I am a tailgater-magnet. I do something that was enticed by driving techniques used to save gas. Coasting to red lights, etc. In heavy traffic on a highway/freeway, I let the car ahead of me get around five car lengths away. I slowly move towards the car ahead at a steady pace while that car goes 10 mph for two seconds, stops completely, goes 10 mph, etc...
I'm behind a Mini at a stop light. Light turns green, guy proceeds to drive normally. Dude takes like 30 seconds to get up to 45. The whole time I'm maybe a car length behind. I change lanes at the SAME time as this guy, into the same lane. I'm tired of this, especially considering the speed limit just increased to 50. I change lanes again, only to see this guy do the same thing. While this is happening, the dude is speeding up and slowing down. I finally just break free of this dude, and go into the other damned lane just to pass this insane-o freak. It's like 2am. No one else is out there. Need to make a left turn at the next stop light. Red light. The guy pulls up to me and screams out how window to "get off my ***, bitch." You're kidding me. I don't answer, he calls me a dumbass, and I drive normally, making a left turn. The dude pulls a holy torque steer batman and drives straight.
I have never felt my faith in other drivers drop so precipitously as that night.
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-Phil
"Since one of my brake light bulbs just went out, the forum told me that my piston rings are about to blow."
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