I was a bitch today but I am not upset about it.
I can't say I'm totally immune to being angry about tailgaters. When they start riding my ass as if they think aggressive driving will make me speed for them it annoys me. But it doesn't make me go faster. I'll tune them out if I have to.
And sometimes I just pull a bitch act. Like I did today.
I'm driving down a hill and sure... you go faster down hills but that's what brakes are for. And on this hill the speed limit goes from 40 to 30.
I slow down to a little over 30 and the car behind me is RIGHT behind me. And looking angry cos I'm doing the speed limit. And even under normal conditions that won't make me speed, but on top of that, the cops were *everywhere* today. Must be the fact it stopped raining/snowing for a little while.
So anyway, car behind me is pissed, riding my ass. I'm constantly on the brakes to keep within the speed limit.
Finally I say... "Fine. Brake check!"
I didn't do a full one, but... enough of a hard tap that the driver behind me got a little scared of hitting me and backed off instantly. Even stayed off my ass until I got to my turn.
Then the car took off like a bat of out hell glad to be away from my slow speed-limit-obeying self.
to the driver: O well, you'll get over it.
I can't say I'm totally immune to being angry about tailgaters. When they start riding my ass as if they think aggressive driving will make me speed for them it annoys me. But it doesn't make me go faster. I'll tune them out if I have to.
And sometimes I just pull a bitch act. Like I did today.
I'm driving down a hill and sure... you go faster down hills but that's what brakes are for. And on this hill the speed limit goes from 40 to 30.
I slow down to a little over 30 and the car behind me is RIGHT behind me. And looking angry cos I'm doing the speed limit. And even under normal conditions that won't make me speed, but on top of that, the cops were *everywhere* today. Must be the fact it stopped raining/snowing for a little while.
So anyway, car behind me is pissed, riding my ass. I'm constantly on the brakes to keep within the speed limit.
Finally I say... "Fine. Brake check!"
I didn't do a full one, but... enough of a hard tap that the driver behind me got a little scared of hitting me and backed off instantly. Even stayed off my ass until I got to my turn.
Then the car took off like a bat of out hell glad to be away from my slow speed-limit-obeying self.
to the driver: O well, you'll get over it.

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