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Originally Posted by imagine2frolic
I was driving home last night in my Dakota 4X4. This car zooms up behind me where I can barely see the windshield. I give them a little brake light, and they back off. They come right back up to my bumper, so I step on the gas, and get in the left lane.
This idiot does the exact same thing, and is catching me now, because I have reached the speed limit. This idiot is coming so fast I hit the brake hard enough to drop the front end a bit. They miss my bumper by inches as they swerve up onto the center divide. The 2 right lanes open up, and I get over. This idiot behind me comes along side giving me filthy looks, one hand on the wheel, and the left hand clutchcing a phone. Must have been one IMPORTANT call!
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Try driving in California (or worse: Texas!). People constantly on cell phones, moderating their speed to keep up with the conversation, drifting all over the road, oblivious to everyone around them, they're an accident waiting to happen.
When people speed up and get right on my tail, I'll tap the brakes. If that doesn't remind them that they could be decapitated by driving under my rig, then I'll simply slow down to the speed limit (yep, I did say 'slow down').
I do like merging onto the freeway when there's someone in the slow lane who is on a cellphone. Sometimes they'll speed up to 'stop me' from merging in front of them (keep in mind that by the time I get on the freeway I'm already going traffic speed or better). Unfortunately, their reaction time is usually way off, and I've got damned good insurance. I don't use my turn signals as a way to ask permission.
The other thing I've noticed? If you're in the slow lane, and there's an exit coming up, the person in the next lane over will NEVER merge behind you (even though you're the last person in a line of cars and there's no one behind you for a mile or more) if they think they can wedge their car in front of you. Not sure why that is.
ARB needs to come up with a good steel front bumper so that I can gently nudge people out of my way without hurting my paint. I long for the days when my 455-powered 1970 Oldsmobile Delta 88 could cut through a Hyundai like a hot knife through butter. These new cars today ain't got no balls.
Your pal,
Meat.