To the Jack-Hole in the White POS Buick

An article by Don Quixote    No Comments

Listen, all I want to do is drive the speed limit. I’m not looking to race the Indy 500. I’m not out to take Giancarlo Fisichella’s job at Force India. I just want to get to work.

And you sir are not helping.

I don’t want to drive 6 inches from your bumper. I want to drive 2 car lengths behind you so that I can stop in the event of sudden breaking. Driving that close isn’t good. It scares me. Drivers in Fort Wayne scare me. I just want to move forward. The roads are dry, there’s no snow on them, so honestly, what’s the hold up?

So now when I get in the second lane to pass you, you speed up. Speeding up is good. That’s fine, I don’t have to be lead car, I’d just like to drive 35. I’ll gladly get behind you again. That’s fine. Thank you.

So now you’re back to going 25 again now that I’m behind you.

Great.

I mean honestly, are you trying to be an ass, or are you that clueless to the world around.

You sir a jerk.

And with that in mind, I’m going to pass you even if it means breaking the speed limit to do so.

Oh, I should have known. You’re busy on a call, pardon me for driving.

I love people.