A couple of years ago my friend Blanche Marriott wrote a book called Born to Bitch.
(If you don't like people complaining about some hard truths now would be a good time to step away from this page.)
My Bitching revolves around driving.
The other day I had an appointment in the closest large city. I was driving a mommy van that I am not used to, on slick roads, on a two lane divided highway.
I quickly discovered the brakes weren't as sharp as I like, so I increased my safety zone by an extra car length.
A white Chevy joined us on the highway, quickly climbed up my butt. Me and my lead foot were in the passing lane because we were going fast enough to pass everyone in the slow lane.
The white Chevy then pulled into the slow lane, sped up, passed me on the inside (which is illegal in this state), and then cut back in front of me. On my nose! And hit the brakes to slow down.
When white Chevy realized the butt riding wouldn't work on the pick-up in front, it then repeated the process.
The second time they were stuck. No one would let them pass on the inside. For ten long miles I watched a very unhappy Chevy traveling one car ahead of me.
We exited the highway together. It was sweet Karma to know that all that tailgating had failed to get the Chevy anywhere fast.
When I was little the Shell Company had commercials on the air that said you should keep one car length between you and the car in front of you for every 10 MPH you are driving.
Me and my lead foot have lived by that axiom for decades and it always pisses me off when some idiot cuts into my safety zone. Especially when I am driving a heavy vehicle with questionable brakes.
We were all lucky that day. My brakes worked well.