I know there are a lot of rants out there about bad drivers. But after my morning commute I just had to add another one.
First Pitting: To the out-of-state van driver out for a rush-hour pleasure cruise down that 2-lane winding road: Please drive at a speed that is at least within 5-10 mph of the speed limit. The long line of traffic behind you is not interested in enjoying an extra-long commute. We do not utter a prayer of thanks that you made us slow down and smell the horse farm. This is not a vehicular conga line, we are only behind you because this narrow, curvy road has only about 4 small passing zones (over a 15 mile range). If you the road is making you nervous, don’t drive it during rush hour, and if you must, then have the decency to pull over and let the sorry souls headed to work pass you.
Second Pitting: To the driver in the oncoming lane: Yes that idiot who passed the van came close to you. You were zipping along, well over the speed limit, when you came around that shallow bend and saw the idiot in your lane. Was it really necessary to gesture wildly and honk your horn a million times. I could see that by the time you came into distant view, the idiot was fully engaged in passing the van. You might also have observed the line of about 20 cars behind the person being passed. This could have been your clue that the idiot who was attempting to pass was not out on a wild joyride. Being from the area, you should recognize the limited opportunites for passing. In other words, just relax buddy.
Third Pitting: To the idiot who passed the slow-ass van (in other words, yours truly): RELAX! Just because you dread going to work and try not to arrive too early, you shouldn’t expect other drivers to be in the same hurry. You know that your preferred route to work, while shorter than your other options, does not provide ample opportunities for passing slow drivers. In the future, please refrain from talking to the other drivers as if they can hear you or as if it will do any good. I’m glad you don’t yell, but even saying, “Come on!” and drumming your fingers on the dashboard is too much.
I should probably pit the state for not improving a heavily traveled stretch of road, but frankly, I don’t have it in me now.