I had turned from Clay into the middle South-bound lane of Hwy 6; normally I turn into the far right lane but someone was already in the right-hand turn lane when I got there, and that turn signal is so short that I hate to be behind anyone. So I’m driving along, minding the speed limit (40 or 45 at this point) when a Little Grey Focus (forthwith LGF) passes me on the right; no biggy, I don’t get offend when people pass me normally, I’m not that guy. When I hit the intersection that marks the change from 40 or 45 to 55 mph I sped up to my usual morning speed of “just under 60,” passing LGF in the process. This is apparently when I insulted his manhood, and the dance began. You know the one, where somebody will speed up just enough to get almost ahead of you, then forget that they want in front and slow down just enough to get almost behind you, then speed back up again ….. rinse, repeat. The entire way down Hwy 6. Under normal circumstances I just let this go and don’t let it bother me, but I have to get over in the right-hand lane to turn off for work. So the next time LGF is almost behind me again I speed up, get in front of him, and slow back down to the speed I was going before, which was faster than LGF was going beforehand. LGF then proceeds to get in the middle lane, pass me, and then move back over to the right in front of me. At this point I’m annoyed (I’ll admit that I called him something un-Christianly) but I let it go at that, it would not be rant-worthy without the piece de resistance, the cherry on this assholery. Not more than five seconds after cutting me off, just before the light at Park Row, LGF moves back over to the middle lane. All that jockeying for position in a lane that you didn’t even need to be in, presumably all because I accelerated faster than you when we entered the 55 mph zone. Kudos, LGF, you are now my poster child for road rage.
Well, I feel better now.
In other news: I’m almost through the trades for the Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic comics catching me up to when I jumped on after Vector. Why have I not been reading this book?!? It’s so much better than Legacy! Don’t get me wrong, I like Legacy, but that’s in spite of its main character whereas KoToR is because of it. I’m sorry Cade, but it’s true; you’re a whiny, emo show-off who had developed some depth, but you lost it again. Zayne is the Jedi everyman, and he is on a defined quest with a point. Legacy is populated by people from the cool kids’ table, a bunch of self-assured tough guys; KoToR’s cast is the misfits from the table in the corner, the ones who hang together because no one else wants them around. Which table do you think most Star Wars fans and comic book geeks sat at?
Yeah, me too.
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