So, was driving to pick up Primus last night, going the speed limit on that road (45) middle lane, cause I know it's the easiest lane to stay in all the way to my destination, when I suddenly creep my gaze up toward my rear view mirror and realize I can see only the upper half of a set of headlights peering at me through my back window. Horror runs willy nilly up and down my spine. I'm being tailgated at the speed limit, what if I have to brake suddenly? He'd better have a damned good reaction time, or my poor car (which Primus named Betsy after we had an incident with a flooded road and she survived...) is going to be trunk-less for a while.
I continue to drive the speed limit, because, well, that's really the best Betsy can manage, and pay careful attention to the tailgating asshole. He finally, three blocks later, drifts off into the slow lane, along with the truck behind him... and they get to the upcoming stoplight only a few car lengths ahead of me.
I continue to drive the speed limit, because, well, that's really the best Betsy can manage, and pay careful attention to the tailgating asshole. He finally, three blocks later, drifts off into the slow lane, along with the truck behind him... and they get to the upcoming stoplight only a few car lengths ahead of me.
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