This morning I was driving on 114 East through Southlake, TX when I spotted an SUV weaving in traffic. People can be dialing, or reading a map, or fishing for something and have a driving lapse, but not this. It would slide from the leftmost lane halfway to the middle, ride the line for a bit, and then slip back into the left lane. It would slip and just have the right tires ride the line for a bit, even when another car or truck was approaching. And other cars did approach and pass because when I matched speed a few car lengths back we were 10 mph under the speed limit (bright, dry, clear day).
I wouldn’t tail a speeder and especially not a reckless one, but this one just begged the need for protection. And the traffic needed some warning too. As I called 911 I stayed back and changed lanes as appropriate. I would rapidly tap my brakes to alert traffic if the car started another round of weaving or line-riding. I hoped the tapping would at leas let traffic know that “hey, something weird’s going on here”.
I reported the license plate and things like “going under the Carroll Ave. bridge”, and “going over the Kimball Ave. bridge”. The 911 operator said that they were getting police there and that I didn’t have to follow, but I felt scared for the driver and the traffic. With a reckless speeder you have a chance of seeing the problem and getting out of the way, but with a slow reckless driver in morning traffic many drivers just barely passed by as the car started to weave or slide into another lane.
I was approaching Grapevine and they had to switch 911 operators and police jurisdictions. The car weaved as we bunched up in traffic but fortunately everyone slipped by it. Exiting to the access road it was still weaving. I thought it might be going to stay in the left lane and immediately reenter, by it slowly cut across a triangle of striped lines and took the access road. I was back far enough and followed. I was still reporting the intersections and turns to the 911 operator. I was wondering if the driver was scared of this green Volkswagen following it, and was trying to lose me, but it always drove under the speed limit, though still weaving. The last side street was better, without traffic, but still it was 5 mph under the speed limit (bright, dry, clear day) and almost slid over onto the curb edge a couple of times.
We came up to a turn that would put it onto another highway access road. The operator said that two police officers were closing in on the location. I then saw one across the intersection pull into the right turn feeder lane and stop, waiting for our turn left onto the access road. The operator said to make room for the police car and then pull over to a stop too and the officer would come and talk to me. I’m starting to get all nervous and jittery. I don’t want to mess anything up and let that unsafe driver back on the road. I have the utmost respect for officers. They put themselves in danger all the time, and I certainly couldn’t do that (due to the inevitable heart attack from stress).
The arrow came on and we waited a few seconds. Normally I flash my lights when the other car doesn’t notice their turn light, but I didn’t think that would be a good idea at this particular time. It finally turned, I gave some room, and the officer pulled in behind. Then lights and a pull over to the shoulder. I pulled over too and waited with my arms and hands on the open window frame. I wait to give them every ease in such unknown situations. Then I noticed the police car behind and the officer approaching me (on the passenger side). I didn’t want to suddenly move to open the passenger window so I waited until he knocked and could see me. I opened the window and he asked me to describe what happened. I did and he listened. The first officer walked up and before I or the second officer said anything he leaned down and said, “Thanks, you’re free to go.” So I supposed the problem was obvious without an eyewitness report. I would have liked to ask what the problem was, but I knew they couldn’t tell me anyway.
It took a couple of minutes to get a free lane of traffic so that I could leave. The officers were conferring off to the right of the car. As I drove off I could see the driver talking on the phone. She looked a distraught and wiped her face. Whether drunk or depressed over someone dieing, or whatever else might have been going one, I’m glad she could be stopped before she hurt herself or someone else. Considering that this was a 10-15 minute “chase” with weaving throughout, it would only been a matter of time before something bad happened.