Dicks fuck assholes.
I can be a dick sometimes, especially when placed in danger out of somebody else's stupidity.
So I'm chugging along down the highway, going about 80. 5-10 over is the status quo most places in michigan. Anyhow, I'm driving along and come up to a work zone. Speed limit drops to 60 (45 with workers, and there were some). I slow down to something reasonable, like 65. Retard asshole in the SUV behind me damn near bashes into the back of me. There's a fuel tanker to the right of me. I continue on until at a safe distance to merge right. Before I can, same asshole charges up and passes me on the right, almost hits me again, then quick cuts right back to the left. While giving me one of those 'what the fuck is your problem' dirty looks.
It's on.
Now out of the work zone, I blast up to about 90, go flying past him on the right, pull the same maneuver he did and hit the breaks. We're now going 60 again. I see the trucker laughing as he passes. Asshole is getting slowed more and more while I keep pace for a few miles.
I'm not sure if he realized what a giant douche he was previously or if his anger made something in his brain pop... Or maybe he was a little freaked out by my clearly psychotic behavior. Eventually he started driving more courteously and I let him go.
Someday I'd like to retire from wheeled warfare and have a nice boring office job that I can walk to.
So I'm chugging along down the highway, going about 80. 5-10 over is the status quo most places in michigan. Anyhow, I'm driving along and come up to a work zone. Speed limit drops to 60 (45 with workers, and there were some). I slow down to something reasonable, like 65. Retard asshole in the SUV behind me damn near bashes into the back of me. There's a fuel tanker to the right of me. I continue on until at a safe distance to merge right. Before I can, same asshole charges up and passes me on the right, almost hits me again, then quick cuts right back to the left. While giving me one of those 'what the fuck is your problem' dirty looks.
It's on.
Now out of the work zone, I blast up to about 90, go flying past him on the right, pull the same maneuver he did and hit the breaks. We're now going 60 again. I see the trucker laughing as he passes. Asshole is getting slowed more and more while I keep pace for a few miles.
I'm not sure if he realized what a giant douche he was previously or if his anger made something in his brain pop... Or maybe he was a little freaked out by my clearly psychotic behavior. Eventually he started driving more courteously and I let him go.
Someday I'd like to retire from wheeled warfare and have a nice boring office job that I can walk to.