I’m sure many of you will probably hate me for this, but here goes. Coming back from Thanksgiving dinner at a family friend’s house, I found myself on a narrow two-lane road with no shoulder (common where I live, and was in fact a similar road to a previous pitting of mine, but less windy), going about 30 mph in a 35 mph zone, but hey, it’s 11 PM, no streetlights, I’m tired, have a bit of a food coma, so going 5 mph under the speed limit doesn’t seem so bad. Then this car appears in the rearview and rapidly closes the distance (he was probably going 50 mph), with his highbeams on. He gets so close as to hump my rear, letting his mad beams tear into my retinas, as the piercing light was reflected by the rearview mirror, the front windshield, the sideview mirrors, and worst of all, my glasses. I was seeing spots, these things were so bright.
My first reaction was “wtf?!” followed by an intense desire to tell the guy to get the fuck off of my ass. Of course, without microphone and speakers to deliver the message verbally, I was going to have to try another approach. So I flashed my brake lights a couple of times, hoping he’d wise up. Nope. Mr. Highbeam even beeped me. I’m glad he supplied the audio for our little late-night program.
After about a minute of this, I decided enough was enough. I slowed down to 25 mph, then to 20 mph, but the guy was still content to ride my tail, letting his bright shining manhood fill my eyes, which were kind of aching at this point and not in fine shape for discerning dark objects in the road ahead. My passenger (Mom) even had to close her eyes because it was bothering her, and she wasn’t even in direct line with the rearview. Finally I got us down to a painful 15 mph, and said to myself, Fuck it, if Mr. Highbeam is in such a fucking hurry, then Mr. Highbeam can either back off and turn off his high beams or continue our little caravan at 15 mph (it was a double yellow line road, so I guess passing was technically illegal). He did not relent, and we went on for another 20 minutes at our fun little speed, and he honked his horn a couple more times. I think I flashed my brakelights in response whenever he did that, but he did not seem to get the point. Mom kept saying “he should know better, he should know better…”
As our trek continued, a line of cars began to form behind us, so these innocent folks were also getting screwed. I apologize for the inconvenience, guys, but I do not apologize for my actions.
I mean, Mr. Highbeam was imparing my driving ability, and the best response I could think of was to slow down. And yeah, I guess it was kinda vindictive, as well. Ride my tail with highbeams from hell, and you WILL get a nasty case of SLOW-ASS-WINDWALKERITIS.
So I hope you enjoyed yourself, Mr. Highbeam. May you follow slow cars for the rest of your driving days.
Flame away.