I get tailgaters on I-95 sometimes coming back from Philadelphia on one of my wrestling trips to CHIKARA or DGUSA. Mind you, 95's speed limit going through Maryland is something like 55~65. I'm going anywhere from 10 to 20 mph faster than that, depending on how fast other traffic is going.
Well, I was going about 80 in the left lane, mostly to go around the slower drivers. I get this speed freak zipping up behind me, right on my bumper. Traffic was heavy in the next lane, not enough for me to pull into said lane to let Speed Freak go past. Speed Freak flashes his brights. I flash my brake lights at him. He flashes his brights again, clearly expecting me to pull onto the shoulder to let him go by. Not happening. I tap my brakes again, so he slows down enough to merge into the next lane, and then cuts two more lanes over to get to an open space and shoots off going 100.
My reaction to incidents like this, or any speed demon zooming up behind me, then cutting around me before speeding off into the distance is always the same:
"I hope you die in a fiery auto crash."
Well, I was going about 80 in the left lane, mostly to go around the slower drivers. I get this speed freak zipping up behind me, right on my bumper. Traffic was heavy in the next lane, not enough for me to pull into said lane to let Speed Freak go past. Speed Freak flashes his brights. I flash my brake lights at him. He flashes his brights again, clearly expecting me to pull onto the shoulder to let him go by. Not happening. I tap my brakes again, so he slows down enough to merge into the next lane, and then cuts two more lanes over to get to an open space and shoots off going 100.
My reaction to incidents like this, or any speed demon zooming up behind me, then cutting around me before speeding off into the distance is always the same:
"I hope you die in a fiery auto crash."
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