This happens to me all the time on my drive to work. I take mainly one-lane (each way) side streets, most of which have posted speed limits of 35MPH and on which the majority of drivers do about 40, maybe a tad faster.
The system works well for everyone involved until one person decides to go under 30, even on the driest, clearest day when driving conditions are optimal.
A line of cars quickly forms behind them, but they are insistent on proceeding well under the speed limit.
Not the worst thing in the world, but admittedly a tad annoying.
Quite often I will be the car directly behind the offending dawdler. I will move a bit to the side so the other drivers can see what's going on, and to convey the message, "Hey, it's not me, it's that guy. What are ya gonna do?"
Yet even when I do this, the car behind me will often position itself about 6 inches from my back bumper, as if tailgating me is going to make Slow Poke Rodriguez speed up.
Why? Why would anyone do this? What do you think you're accomplishing riding my butt when I have absolutely no control over the speed we're going?
Back. Off.
I hate to generalize here, but almost every time this happens, I will look in my rear view mirror and notice that the driver behind me is a young person.
Pardon my old man ranting, but what exactly are they teaching these kids in driving school?
Ease up on the gas pedal, Sophia, and put some more distance between you and me. You're accomplishing nothing.
You know, most of the time my blog posts are meant to convey something funny, touching or otherwise positive. It's not often I complain, or at least not often I end with a complaint.
But that's all I have today, along with the following bit of advice:
If you're someone who does this, stop it.
Yes, I'm looking at you, Liam. You're not getting to first-period Biology any faster by rear ending me.
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