GranolaBox

Hey you! Dude in front of me driving 61 miles an hour right now. This is a freaking country road. If you’re going to speed show some chutzpah and push it up to 65 or 70.

61 is just not acceptable on these roads. If you don’t want to drive fast that’s fine with me. Drive 55; or perhaps even slower. That way, people in little Korean Tigers like mine can pass your not-so-completely slow ass on one of the few passing roads on this fun-to-drive-fast road.

I have patience though. I can sit back and chill knowing that my car doesn’t have enough balls to pass you at 61, or the 65 you speed up to when it’s apparent I’d like to pass you.

But I don’t know how the guy in back of me is going to last. He’s riding my ass like he should be riding yours. He’s got a gas guzzling SUV with an eight cylinder engine. He could pass you easily, but he can’t because now he has to pass both of us. I feel bad for him. He probably hasn’t had time in a 12 Step program during which he can practice skills of acceptance for the things you can’t control on the open road.

Filed under: General Observations on November 13th, 2007