Left Lane Campers
It really is time to exterminate them. You know the ones:
In the course of years of freeway driving, it has become increasingly clear to me that the largest single source of clogging of America’s interstate arterials is not the highway system itself.
It’s pilot stupor.
Somewhere along the line, America either forgot � or failed to learn � how to drive on the freeway. It’s that simple. And that infuriating.
You know exactly what I mean: You’re driving along somewhere outside the normal clog zones, exulting in the rare opportunity to approach the actual speed limit, when you come up on the imbecile in question.
Driving a minivan, an SUV or a vintage K-Car. In the left lane. At or below the speed limit, beady eyes fixed dead ahead, hands at 10 and 2 o’clock. Refusing to move over. Not now. Not ever. Period. End of discussion. Stop flashing your lights � or get a brake-slam return message.
Read the rest and enjoy the chuckles but, remember, these folks need to be taken off the road!