I don't think it would necessarily be fair to say that I get road rage.
I get petty. I don't suffer fools well.
If you do something stupid, i'll position myself just right to spray your car with washer fluid. Mature, I know.
So I was in a pretty good mood today, until my drive to work.
As I've preached before, I wouldn't call myself a defensive driver. But I'm safe. I always know how fast i'm going and where other cars are on the road. I drive faster than the speed limit habitually, but I've never been pulled over for speeding, much less gotten a speeding ticket.
Over the years, I've compiled a list rules governing the correct way to drive. here are the ones that are important to this story.
1. On an interstate highway, brakes are
not for slowing down. they are for not hitting the car in front of you.
2. Unless said car has its emergency lights on, do not slow when you see a police car. if you were speeding, the officer already knows it. going 45 for half a mile will not trick him into thinking you didn't just pass him going 83.
3. if you're not brave enough to speed on your own, don't wait for me to pass you then speed up and follow me.
i stopped in Hammond this morning to get gas. and shortly after i got back on interstate, i got in the left to pass a group of cars. After i got in the left lane, a mini van in front of me also got in the left lane. there were no other cars in the left lane within site.
So, needless to say, i was a little surprised when the van passed the first car in the group and its brake lights came on. i slapped my forehead as the van cautiously passed what looked like a soon-to-be police car.
the entire group of cars to our right were white Crown Victorias. They all had tinted windows and that spotlight cop cars have on the driver's side mirror. There were seven of them in a row. Other than the previous description, there was nothing that would lead a reasonable person to believe that she needed to slow down. (did i just use "she" and "reasonable" in the same sentence?)
None of the cars had permanent license plates.
None of the cars had any sort of police identification anywhere on them.
None of the cars had emergency lights.
The cars were driving 68 miles an hour.
Sorry, but that doesn't exactly scream "speed trap" to me.
So this stupid lady in her minivan is bebopping along at exactly 70 mph, clearly concerned that at any second one of the 7 notpolice cars to her right is going to throw on their notlights and pull her over for notspeeding.
We eventually make our past the intimidating armada of those who are clearly notprotecting and notserving. I mistakenly give the driver of the minivan a little credit when she pulls into the right lane to let me pass. mistakenly.
As i pass her, she speeds up. I get up to about 78. she's right behind me, now going 10 mph faster than she was a tenth of a mile ago.
In short order, it's time to pass another car. I get in the left lane. so does the minivan. I couldn't help myself. After i passed the car I slowed down to 68.
This apparently aggravated the woman driving the minivan, so she got in the right lane to pass me. So i sped up. she gets behind me again in the left lane.
The faster i go, the faster she goes. so i slow down again, but just for a second. i speed up, and i'm going about 78 or 80, and she's behind me flashing her lights at me. yes, two minutes ago, i was behind her patiently while she was going 70 in the passing lane, now she's telling me to get out of her way.
I decide that i'm happy where i am (one of my other cardinal rules of driving: Thou shalt not drive in the left lane when there's room for you in the right one) and let her pass me on the right.
so now i'm in a bad mood, because out there somewhere is somebody cruising along in a minivan who thinks i'm a bad driver and will continue to hit her brakes every time she sees a notpolice car on the road.