My pet peeve are the pack animals.
I can get on the road at 4 AM and there isn’t a soul on the review foe 2 miles or a soul on the horizon for 2 miles.
Ahhh... I settle in at like 80Mph
Ahhhh..
Suddenly, there are headlights in my rear view mirror 2 miles back, 1 mile back..
Jeeze this guy is moving like a bat out of hell!
He must be doing 95? 100?
Then he catches up with me and he want to stay beside me doing 80..
I speed up to 90.. he speeds up to 90..
Eff this!
I slow to 60.. He slows down to 60..
Here come some other headlights, lather rinse repeat!
Next thing I know I am in gridlock! Boxed in, surrounded! Everyone wants to hang out with me! LoL
there isn’t a soul on the rear view for 2 miles
Try changing your aftershave. BeeGo would do the trick. A little dab ‘il do ‘ya.
You too, huh? I put up with the same BS almost every day. Most of the time, traffic is fairly light on I-84, nothing like the Thruway, esp near the Tappan Zee Bridge. And yet, it’s like my car is emitting some magnetic feild, someone must ride along side me. If your gonna pass me then pass me dammit! I’m not looking for a race, those days are over!
I got into a duel with another driving my family up from Virgina to Massachusetts for Christmas in 1987. On a lonley stretch of the NJ Turnpike in the dead of night, I’m in cruise control in my ‘86 Astro doing a comfortable 65 MPH (speed limit 55) minding my own business. Out of the inky darkness another car overtakes me, and shifts into my lane, the right lane (it’s two lane in this stretch) and slows down to 55!
No problem, I go into the left lane resume cruise control and when I am safely ahead, shift right. You know where this is going, he overtakes, and squats in front of me and slows down to 55. This goes on a few times, the fouth or fifth time, I don’t touch the brakes when he pulls in front of me and slowly creep up on his bumper. When I’m about half a car length behind him, my wife inquires, “Why don’t you just leave him alone?” in *that* tone of voice.
The same thing happened coming down from Maine. Only in broad daylight. A Yorker woman, with two young men, probably sons, in her car did this on I-95, in much heavier traffic, and me in lane 2 of 4, counting from the left. I finally pulled up to a foot behind her bumper, at which point she pulled over to the right and left me alone.
I got into a duel with another driving my family up from Virgina to Massachusetts for Christmas in 1987. On the NJ Turnpike, I’m in cruise control in my ‘86 Astro doing a comfortable 65 MPH (speed limit 55) minding my own business. Out of the inky darkness another car overtakes me, and shifts into my lane, the right lane (it’s two lane in this stretch) and slows down to 55!
No problem, I go into the left lane resume cruise control and when I am safely ahead, shift right. You know where this is going, he overtakes, and squats infront of me and slows down to 55. This goes on a few times, the fouth or fifth time, I don’t touch the brakes when he pulls in front of me and slowly creep up on his bumper. When I’m about half a car length behind him, my wife inquires, “Why don’t you just leave him alone?” in *that* tone of voice.
The same thing happened coming down from Maine, only
I find when this happens to me, it’s because the driver behind me is using my car as a pace car so he can talk on the phone without slowing his pace.