This actually happened on my way to dropping off a friend after we left this weekend, and it pissed me off like crazy.
We're driving down a road, and I'm speeding, not excessively though. I'm doing about 63 in a 55, and there's a car in front of my doing about the same. Then this asshole decides to turn out in front of two cars going over sixty miles and hour and then go 40. It's not like he couldn't have waited the ten seconds it would have taken us to pass him, and the guy in front of me definitely had to hit his brakes pretty hard to not make contact with this douchebag. That was the first of a string of incredibly annoying events on the way to dropping my friend off.
After the jackass that was mentioned above turned off to a side street, which he did about as slowly as he pulled out in front of the guy in front of me, we hit another snag in our trip. Suddenly, I don't find myself doing 63-70 miles an hour, I'm hitting the brakes, and I'm hitting them pretty hard to slow my car down quickly enough. Apparently the sign that says 55 just doesn't matter to the people of this town, who all seem to like to drive way below the speed limit, because about two miles after the last guy I get stuck behind a guy (or woman, not sure which... but probably a woman) doing 35 in a 55. Yeah, thirty-fucking-five miles an hour in a fifty-five. What. The. Fuck!? Twenty-goddamned miles an hour under the limit. I can kind of understand being a bit below, no more than five below, because the road was kind of dark and he might have had some trouble seeing, but TWENTY BELOW?! AHHHHH! I was so pissed, and there was nothing I could do about it. Every time an opening was there to pass this jagbag we entered a no passing zone. From what I'm told the cops really like to pull people over out there too, so there was no chance of me passing in a no passing zone.
There were about five other people who just refused to do the speed limit after that guy. Luckily the road became a two lane road at some points and I was actually able to get past these people. I just could not believe that there was actually a guy going thirty-five miles an hour in a fifty-five zone. There's just no reason for that at all.
Just to fill the hour – that is happiness. Fill my hour, ye gods, so that I shall not say whilst I have done this ‘behold an hour of my life is gone,’ but rather ‘I have lived one hour.’
QuanticHawk United States. May 29 2007 14:54. Posts 21527