For those who don't know, I drive approximately an hour one way to work. That's fine. I don't mind the drive itself, per se. Most of the trip is peaceful, even idyllic countryside. Normal folks would appreciate this. However, my temperament does not allow for that.
Like most male drivers, I view any chance to take a trip of 2 miles or more as a personal challenge to set new land speed records. I am obsessed with making good time. Add this to the fact I lived and drove in Illinois for more than 2 years, throw in that my commute is 40 miles of 2-lane road with precisely 2 chances to pass (I am a meticulous topographer), and there just isn't room to cope with folks like the driver in the truck pictured here.
I have no problem with folks who go the speed limit. Well, I do, because I'm incessantly going at least 5 MPH over the limit, but I can't get too mad at someone moving at the posted speed. Who really make me impatient, however, are the "Silver F150s" out there who treat 170-degree turns as if they are covered in 3 feet of snow with marbles and banana peels thrown in for good measure. Seriously, buddy.
So that's my peeve of the day. I promise not all posts will be like this, but I've had enough of this over the last couple months to develop a need to get this off my chest. Folks: Go the speed limit. That's all I can really ask.
You feel me?
AF
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