And while I’m on the subject, there are three kinds of drivers that bug me on the freeway:
- those who want to go faster than I’m going, although I’m going perfectly fast enough and tailgate although they could easily pass in most cases and sometimes flash their goddamn lights the assholes;
- those who insist on going slower than I am and it doesn’t occur to them to do that in the slow lane and they poke along in the fast lane no matter how close I get to their bumper or blink my lights;
- and worst of all those who start out going slower than you, but then speed up to match your speed when you try to pass them, resulting in you driving perfectly parallel to them with a driver from group 1 on your bumper, flashing his lights at you. An entertaining sub-class of this latter group are those who you finally pass, then they get mad at you and pass you again, and usually slow back down. Lather, rinse, repeat.
The worst is #3 when it’s a big fucking flatbed truck that can’t stay in its lane, and you’re a teeny tiny 800lb convertible, and you’re on the San Rafael bridge at the part where the lanes get supernarrow and there are construction workers dangling from scafolds, trying to reach tools they just dropped. Those suck.
hrrmmm. you must drive as much as i do … all of those drivers make me insane :)