Interstate Idiocy

I spent a lot of time driving on our nation’s interstates this past week and came to the conclusion that most people are competent drivers. I logged well over two thousand miles in the fast lane and encountered an abundance of courteous, conscientious motorists. But there’s always that one, or in this case, those two.

Just outside of Fort Benning, Georgia, a funeral procession pulled onto the interstate. That in itself was a little weird. The drivers around me reduced their speed and kept to the far left, so I followed suit. I figured folks around Fort Benning were accustomed to interstate funeral processions and knew the drill.

The procession continued for two miles before the lead police escort took an exit, and traffic began flowing normally again. All except for one car. Apparently the driver needed to take the same exit as the funeral procession and instead of going down to the next exit he came to a complete stop in the middle lane of a 70 m.p.h. interstate highway.

A white Ford pickup whizzed by me, passing on the right. My heart skipped a beat as I realized the pickup driver didn’t know that the car in the middle lane wasn’t moving. 

“Errrrrch!” the brakes squealed as the truck’s front end dipped sharply. Amazingly he avoided hitting the car by mere inches. In my rear view I could see the pickup trying to get back into the left lane, but he never passed me again. I guess the close call slowed him down.

As for me, I’m just glad to be home and back in the slow lane. 

  
Peace, people!

Author: nananoyz

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