We’re driving back from a tiring but satisfying hike in the mountains on one of those two-lane roads that has a speed limit of 55 MPH on the straightaways, and lower limits (down to 30 at some spots) at the turns. Only a little yellow line separates us from cars coming from the other direction. It is winding as hell. Trees line the side most of the way, so you can’t see past curves. It is almost 10 PM, and it is pretty freakin dark, with no street lights.
I am driving at about 35 MPH, which I consider reasonable, considering that taking a bend just a bit too tightly (in either lane) could result in a head-on collision with cars coming the other way.
Of course, this SUV comes up behind me and starts riding my tail like I was a cheap whore desperate for a fix. After a minute or so of this, he starts honking at me! I try to put on my most Zen state of miind and ignore it. My friend: “Just let him pass.”
I agree, but there is no shoulder to speak of (maybe a tiny margin between it and the railing); still, I slow down and get as far to the right as possible.
The guy starts honking some more now, like a chicken on Speed. OK, maybe he is afraid of oncoming traffic that may suddenly shoot out of one of the bends… WHICH IS WHY I AM DRIVING 35 MPH!
Jeez louise.
I speed back up to 35, having given him his chance. Now the idiot starts flashing his high beams on and off. At this point, I decided the gloves came off.
I slow down to 20 and start speeding up and slowing down between it and 35. My friend is telling me that I’m an idiot. I don’t care, I reply.
After a couple of minutes of this, the guy finally pulls out during a straightaway and passes me, opening his passenger side window and screaming something that sounded like “Puck Moo!” before zooming ahead. I flashed my high beams in response, and let him ride off into the darkness, possibly into a tree or another car.
Was I wrong here? Is there an unspoken rule that you must drive at least the speed limit, even when you don’t feel it is safe to do so? I don’t want to be a statistic. Even if this was bad driving etiquette, I still give a hearty Puck Moo to anyone who tries to force me to risk my life so that he can get home 10 minutes faster. Next time someone tries to pull this crap on me, maybe I’ll slow down to 10 MPH…
BLARGH