I’m only a 33 year old (Jesus!) Coloradan, but in motorist years, I’m a good 67, easy. And from a respectable suburb of Tampa.
I’ve recently started taking immense pleasure, you see, in driving with painstaking caution and observing with wide-eyed excitement as other motorists go utterly ape shit. I don’t do anything particularly unreasonable, which makes it all the more amusing. In fact, all I really do is obey the speed limit and exercise caution, things we ought all do, right? It’s kind of eye opening to see just how little patience others have for obeying traffic laws.
I sincerely enjoy watching Billy Bob Hemi (cousin to Joe Sixpack) behind me lose his freaking mind when I drive 30 in a … 30. An outside observer could easily be forgiven for believing that I had misread the posted speed limit, if distance between bumpers is a trusted indicator.
