I was taking a load of stuff to my son’s apartment Sunday morning before the start of the fall semester. It had just rained but traffic was flowing at a comfortable 70+ miles per hour. In my mirror I saw a car screaming up from behind me at a high rate of speed. I was traveling at roughly 75 mph and he passed me like I was standing still. Another car moving at the same velocity zoomed by. There was a few feet of separation between the two.
Traffic pulled far to the right as the reckless lunatics played their swerving race game. The car in the number two position passed the other on the left shoulder. They ultimately disappeared without incident.
If they had crashed and their bodies were hanging out of their mangled vehicles, I wouldn’t have stopped. Their antics set the standard for the value of their lives. But it does warrant a reminder for drivers that put my life and that of my family at risk. I wrote this last year and never posted.
It must be NASCAR season. There are clear indicators. Like during skunk mating season, when suddenly dozens of striped corpses can be seen strewn on the highway as if dropped by stench fairies. The signs are everywhere, most notably on the road.
So, for all of you NASCAR aficionados, here are a few pointers to help you coexist with those of us that don’t give a shit that you have a number 8 or 4 on your Ford Taurus: