Thursday, August 30, 2007
Tailgating, Lots Of Fun. Unless You Get Caught.
No, I was not the tailgater - I have given up my Evil Ways as the last two bumper car incidents have cost me plenty and I don't need to add to the chances of it happening again. Also, I think as I get older all of the things that could happen tend to occur to me - and I take them under consideration instead of just blowing them off. BUT while I was driving today I saw the Lord Of All Tailgaters - he was poetry in motion, a jaw dropping sight. He was driving a big black Dodge Ram - perfect tailgating equipment I might add (my favorite weapon of choice was a 79 Lincoln Versailles with a six foot hood and low to the ground) and was targeting a little compact who was going 75 miles per hour in the passing zone - bastard!. He couldn't get around her so he started tailgating - I have NEVER seen anyone go over 70 and stay so close - there were times when you could not have slipped your hand between the two bumpers. And he stayed on her bumper for a few miles, braking occasionally but never letting up. There was finally a space in the slow lane so he gave one last tailgate and zipped over and then back in front of her. You would've thought he would be flying - but strangely enough he was slowing down. Hmm. Mysterious? A change of heart? A State Trooper doing a big zippy U-turn from the other side of the highway and putting on his lights? And yes he did get a ticket - I know because I saw the state trooper on the exit ramp where he'd pulled him over and he did not have a Happy Policeman Face about him as he was stalking towards the the Dodge. Anyhoo, I'm doing pretty good at work, we're busy and I'm oncall this weekend. I already have two opens and visit lined up and I'm also on call for the holiday. Bastards.