Yesterday on the way
back from visiting Mom in the hospital, and a tour of rehab facilities, my
sister the ex-mayor’s wife and I took a shortcut through the industrial park.
The speed limit is 30 mph, you know. It’s a wandering road, not a straight
shot. After rounding the last curve, I heard a siren. Yes. There in my mirror
was an emergency vehicle. I signaled and pulled off the road on the right. That’s what you’re
supposed to do.
The big dually truck
that had been tailgating me did the same. The emergency vehicle passed. I
signaled to get back on the road, and pulled out. That dadgummed dually gassed
it and tried to pass me! All the way over in the oncoming lane! Can you believe
it? That’s not what you’re supposed to do! That behavior is nowhere in
the unwritten rules of the road. You don’t jump out like you’re a long-distance
runner doing fartlek training, or practicing Indian running. No. You wait your
turn and get back on the road in the same order as you pulled off, and
accelerate normally to the legal speed limit. Don’t you? Don’t you?
Let the record show
that at no time did Val speed up to not let that dually pass, as is the
recreational pastime of young hooligans about the Backroads area, going way
below the speed limit until the car behind attempts to pass, then taking off so
that car must cut in behind them again, at which point they slow down. I have
never taken that bait, but I have been behind such a situation on more than one
occasion.
So…Mr. Dually once
again resumed tailgating me. He turned right onto the main road like me after
leaving the industrial park. Then he turned left on the next main thoroughfare
when I turned left. Sis said, “If that guy turns onto my road to follow us, DO
NOT PULL IN MY DRIVEWAY!”
“Okay. I’ll take him
up by the vampire graveyard and loop around to the police station. He’ll like
that.”
Some clown did that to Mrs. C when we were visiting my daughter in NC. Must be a southern thing, they don't do that in Jersey.
ReplyDeleteHere they just flash lights, honk horns and flip birds.
That guy escaped your wrath by the skin of his teeth.
ReplyDeleteYou were going to have your way with him? And all this time I thought this was a PG13-rated blog...
ReplyDeleteI'm glad I found out the truth before it was too late...
I did that once many decades ago when a former boyfriend of my then girlfriend began following us around town. When I pulled up to the police station and he realized where he was he took off like a scalded pup.
ReplyDeleteThe same thing happened to me last week. I gave an angry honk and just let him speed in his merry way.
ReplyDeletejoeh,
ReplyDeleteWhat do y'all do up there, work out? Flashing lights, honking horns, and flipping birds take ENERGY! Jamming one foot down on the accelerator, not so much.
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Stephen,
You ain't a-woofin'! I would have ripped the skin OFF his teeth if I got ahold of him.
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Sioux,
Yes, I might need to increase my rating due to VIOLENCE. And Madams.
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Catalyst,
You took away his thrill of the chase. Twice.
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Birdie,
I certainly hope he heard your angry honk. He shall rue the day he messed with you.