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This happened this morning...on the way to work.
I'm minding my own business on the highway past Kennywood. Like most mornings, the buses, trucks, and other slow-moving vehicles (including the Union RR trucks which won't go over 25mph...even in the 50mph zones
) are all in the right lane. As usual, the rest of us are in the left lane, and passing them. Most people stay in the left lane, either to turn onto one of the side roads, or because the road eventually splits once you pass the amusement park.
For whatever reason, this shitbox Cavalier gets right on my ass. Close enough, that I couldn't* see his headlights in my rearview mirror. If I would have had to stop suddenly, I wouldn't be typing this right now He was on my ass past the park, down the hill to the Rankin Bridge, and onto the bridge itself.
What this guy did next, was amusing. He pulled alongside me on the bridge, and was revving his engine at me the entire way across. Then the road narrowed down to one lane, which meant he was behind me again. Not sure what the (over?) revving was supposed to accomplish, other than to get a
from me. Even more so, when, at the light atop the hill...he pulled into the bus depot parking lot. What. The. Hell?
I'm minding my own business on the highway past Kennywood. Like most mornings, the buses, trucks, and other slow-moving vehicles (including the Union RR trucks which won't go over 25mph...even in the 50mph zones
) are all in the right lane. As usual, the rest of us are in the left lane, and passing them. Most people stay in the left lane, either to turn onto one of the side roads, or because the road eventually splits once you pass the amusement park.For whatever reason, this shitbox Cavalier gets right on my ass. Close enough, that I couldn't* see his headlights in my rearview mirror. If I would have had to stop suddenly, I wouldn't be typing this right now
He was on my ass past the park, down the hill to the Rankin Bridge, and onto the bridge itself.What this guy did next, was amusing. He pulled alongside me on the bridge, and was revving his engine at me the entire way across. Then the road narrowed down to one lane, which meant he was behind me again. Not sure what the (over?) revving was supposed to accomplish, other than to get a
from me. Even more so, when, at the light atop the hill...he pulled into the bus depot parking lot. What. The. Hell?