Stop It

I’m probably going to lose a few followers over this, but I have to say it. Stop riding up my bumper. Just stop it.

I can’t claim that on a highway I don’t go over the speed limit. I do, but I would never, ever drive 100 miles an hour up someone’s bumper in the right lane. Or even the middle lane. Or really, any lane. I’m not driving a 100 miles an hour and you can’t make me. I’m so over this whole tailgating thing. Tailgating has just become a way of life for so many people, not only on highways, but also in town.

While complaining to a friend about tailgating, she explained that I shouldn’t be in the left lane in town unless I’m turning left. Cool, so I’m turning left soon, when am I allowed to get in the left lane? A mile before I turn? A half mile? A quarter mile? When I turn on my blinker to get in the left lane to prepare to turn are you going to let me over even though I might slow you down? Huh. What, no answer?

I can be in the far right lane in town, going five miles over the speed limit, and somebody who thinks the speed limit is a suggestion rides up my bumper. (I’m using bumper instead of what I’m really thinking. I like to write without foul language.) I can see them waving their hands (and finger) at me. Nope. I’m going 50 in a 45. I’m in the right lane. I’m good. I’ll give you the one finger salute too when you go around, and when we meet at the stop light, I’ll…