OK, Mr taurus.
I was stuck between a truck and another truck. I wanted to be in your lane. You stayed directly opposite me, though you had ten or twlve car lengths ahead and behind you. You could have sped up and let me in, you could have slowed down and let me in. And yet, for six miles, you stayed right next to me.
That is why I changed lanes into you, just in case you were wondering. Yes, i heard your horn. Yes, I saw your finger. But you know what? you put down your goddamned phone and paid attention to your driving from that point on.
Mission accomplished.
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For me it was white trucks. Hemmed me in for about 8 miles. Then a white car decided to change lanes for no conceivable reason and go the same speed of the lane she just left, hemming me in. No wonder I’m irritated in the mornings… Can’t figure out why white vehicles had it out for me today though.
And that’s why i love driving a beater.
Just gotta wander in my lane a bit … the BMW’s and Lexaii scatter. How gauche would it be to get scraped by my dented-up pick-em-up!
God I hate assholes like that. Especially the ones who creep up just as you’re getting ready to change lanes to pass the slow truck in front of you and make you have to hit the brake to disengage cruise control…
I hate those guys even more than the ones who pass you, pull in front, then slow down just enough for me to have to disengage my cruise control.
That’s another reason I don’t mind Los Angeles. We usually have at least 6 lanes to choose from.
In a situation like you describe I slow down. I turn on my directional signal so that the truck behind me can clearly see what I’m up to. And then switch to whichever lane an opening appears. Or as is often the case, speed up and pass that yoyo who also slowed down simply because I did. I love my old Maxima. She can still dart.
Heck — that automaton feature of the cell phone zoner might even work for you next time. Just slow down and see if the jerk doesn’t mindlessly slow along with you just like one of Pavlov’s dogs. When he does, you’re free.
This was a 5 lane highway. he had a totally empty lane to his left. he kept matching my speed, and when I’d slow down to try to get behind him, he would do so as well; then when i sped up to try to get ahead he’d do the same thing.
When he slowed down, how big a space in front of him opened up? Does his Taurus accelerate as fast as your Explorer? In the full 6 miles you never had a big enough space to get behind or in front of him? Hell, I’d find a way to come to a complete stop if I had to. No Taurus can out-accelerate my Maxima.
The taurus can’t accelerate as fast as trhe explorer can, but fast enough to still be in my way.
I have to but up with a lot of bullshit in my slow-assed exploder.
That’s why I like driving the wife’s fire-breathing Mustang every now and again. Flex the big toe of my right foot and POW!!!…. I’m gone. Nuthin’ like leaving black marks when it shifts into fourth at 100mph. That’s what I call an exclamation point that says to the cocksucer….. yes, you WERE in the fkn way!!!
Yeah, I still remember a similar incident from a few years ago.
Guy was right there, slowly creeping up on me, with sign after sign after sign going past warning that the right lane (which I was in) was closing.
Finally I–running out of road–just cut him off, and saw him raise his hands in frustration, as if saying, “Why’d you do that?”
Survey says, “You’re an idiot!”
The worst commuting experience I ever had involved a short on-ramp, a dark morning, a black sports car with a tight line of cars behind him, and a quarter-mile drive at speed on the shoulder of the freeway. Seems the sports car just couldn’t stand the thought of a hatchback merging in front of him, so he surged past me, cut me off at the bottom of the ramp and nearly forced me into the ditch.
Second worst experience was when the gas light came on right as I topped the ramp to the interstate. (That one was also in the dark!) Luckily the company moved to a new building and now I’m less than a mile away, as the crow flies.
I have but one thing to say to all the Mr. Taurus’ out there:
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/youare
Ah, the commuter joys of driving a beater car. As I always say, the cheaper car has the right of way. Elbow your way in and the traffic just parts like the Red Sea for Moses!
In the good ol’ days of the ’90’s I drove a beat to crap ’72 F250 with a generous coat of rust and algae and equipped with home fabbed scrap structural steel bumpers. NO ONE fooled with me on the hiway. I miss that ol’ pickup.
had someone come way to close to running me off the highway doing something similer, wet roads, dark, NO CARS BEHIND ME, and I was passing him too, at least 10mph faster than he was going, but all the sudden he HAD to be in my lane. Flipped on his signal and started moving at the same time. The ONLY reason he didn’t put himself in my passenger seat was because I saw him coming in time to hit the brakes. He still tapped my front corner sending me into a 360 spin in the middle of a 3 lane highway, and no, he didn’t stop. I spent the next couple weeks looking for a light colored metalic sedan with green paint on his gas cap…..
I get pushed around a bit when I drive my Alfa, that is when some idiot is not trying to race me. I seem to be an annoying little car to most, and a “car to beat” to some. I’ve warmed up the engine some so I can move smartly when I need to and I can usually pass on two-lane 270-degree onramps, so there’s some satisfaction.
Years ago, I drove an ugly Dodge 1-ton 4×4 with a steel flatbed. It had low final drive gearing, so 60 mph was absolute top speed. If I was on the freeway, I would just cruise at 55 in the slow lane. It took me a while to figure out why driving that thing was so stress-free. People just gave me a wide berth.