Okay, here’s one from last week I’m going to get off my chest.
Exit ramp from toll road onto four-lane highway is crammed with cars at rush hour – we were creeping and merging until we got onto the four lane. But the speed picked up. Soon we were cruising along at 50 in a solid column, still accelerating a little, everyone happy to be moving again.
Boom – in my rearview, I see a fighter pilot behind the car following me swing out into the right lane. It’s a very long “right turn only” lane leading to a government facility that I doubt people visit at this time of the evening. Likely conclusion: fighter pilot is going to run up illegally in the right-turn-only lane and merge back in.
This is a problem: there’s no room, we’re a solid block of cars in the right through lane. The left lane, moreover, is fairly clear – the fighter pilot could make (her, it turns out) run legally on the left without a problem: but where’s the fun in that?
ZOOM – here comes the fighter pilot, swooping ahead two or three car lengths, now passing me on the right. Suddenly all the speed goes out of her and she settles in, pacing the small gap between me and the car in front of me. I realize she plans on cutting in. This is extra-stupid, since it means only gaining two positions in the line, for the trouble and risk of lawbreaking and being rude. I don’t control other drivers, but I do control my own following distance, and I keep it just a hair too small for her to cut in.
ZOOM, she kicks it back up to ludicrous speed, and leapfrogs another two cars forward in the solid column.
I can’t see if someone let her in deliberately or if she forced her nose into the gap, but the guys in front of me stop.
That’s right, STOP, at 50 miles an hour on an unobstructed highway. Full stop. I slam on the anti-locks as does the guy behind me. Did I mention it was raining lightly? Holy mother of God, we’re sliding, even with the anti-locks!
We missed each other, no crunching.
Miss Fighter Pilot is long gone, but the guy she cut in on now starts moving again, and we all resume driving. The fighter pilot gained four car positions forward at the low, low cost of nearly causing a multi-car pileup.
Now driving a bit slower than the speed limit, I nevertheless caught up with her at the next light, so she didn’t gain anything at all, net.
What sort of thought process goes on inside the heads of such people?