Driving hypnotizes me to the point where I fall asleep. I always add one hour to my drive time, because more often than not I need to pull off to the side of the road and take a nap. My drowsiness slows my reflexes, hence my conscious decision to drive the speed limit.
You'd think that by keeping to the right side of the road I would be protected from road rage. Are you kidding? Here's the Road Rage Motto: Anyone going faster than you is a maniac; anyone going slower than you is an idiot. www.edmunds.com/reviews/list/top10/110033/article.html
Driving in the right lane on the I-95 South at 67 m.p.h. on a leisurely Saturday afternoon, I happened to glance in my rear view mirror. The pretty blond woman behind me was flipping me the bird and obviously shouting obscenities at me. I was preventing her from speeding to the exit ramp.
Further down the road, one other guy appeared behind me seemingly out of the blue. He tailgated me for a while, willing me to drive faster. Seeing no results, he decided to teach me a lesson. He pulled around me, nearly cutting me off, then braked suddenly. I nearly rear ended him. My crime? Driving in the slow lane going 65 m.p.h. in a 65 m.p.h. zone.
So, you're saying to yourself, if driving is so tough for you, get off the road already! Easier said than done. My job requires frequent travel. I prefer to drive over the old routes, like Rtes 1, 301, and 29, but sometimes that's not possible. When that is the case, I drink a gallon of coffee or drive with the windows rolled down. Even so, I've been known to nod off.
Returning from Baltimore recently, I spotted an SUV that was weaving in and out of traffic. This guy used every road rage trick in the book, creating road havoc. Fifty miles later, I caught up with him. He was stuck in the fast lane, where traffic had ground to a halt. Me? I was driving speed limit in the slow lane. When I saw the congestion up ahead, I took the first exit, knowing that Route 1 would get me home. I'll bet he's still sitting in traffic.
Just leave me the hell alone. Yeah, that means you, asshole.