Living in Florida...don't get me started
! It's like every bad, self-import driving habit endemic to every other state melds together here in a hodgepodge of clusterfuck drivers who got their license in a box of Cracker Jack. I-4. Worst. Highway. Ever.
Tailgating is also one of my biggest blood-pressure raising peeves, especially with my little Econobox four banger. Trust me, even doing the speed limit (or 5-10 miles above it) and assholes will still be hugging your bumper; wanting to run over you to get to wherever they are going half a second earlier. Worst are those with the giant pick-ups, BMW frat boys or young bucks with $10,000 worth of mods on a $5,000 car (that spoiler & racing stripe really makes you go faster
) who will be filling your rear-view mirror if you can't manage to accelerate from 0 to 60 in 2 seconds as soon as the light turns green. My only internal satisfaction is visualizing the oversized pick-em up, penile sized challenged, yahoos constantly having to fill up while complaining about high gas prices
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I have convinced myself some of these people are just psychologically damaged or not mature enough to deal with their personal demons and stress and road raging and aggressive driving is the only thing that makes them feel still in control. Yeah, I wasn't going fast enough you, so you had to make a big deal about finally going around me, only to cut back in front and make it to the red light one car length ahead of me! Such small victories in a loser existence! Even better are the ones who do this maneuver only to then turn right on the next street or entranceway, making you slam on your brakes.
So yeah, my frustration of dealing with these goobers on a daily basis (and even worse when I had to drive all day for a living), does wear thin, especially considering we continue to add a thousand more cars and drivers to my area alone every week for some masochistic reason.