bill_powell
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It's been a scorcher today; heat index above 100°F, nasty humidity. I needed to go into town, but it was just <span style="font-style: italic">too</span> hot.
So I waited 'till the evening. Did my errands, and cruised back around 65MPH. Much nicer out; down to the 80s. Just a darn <span style="font-style: italic">nice</span> evening.
We have a construction zone for about a 5 mile stretch. Four lane road turns into a two lane road. Speed limit goes down to 45 MPH.
And you <span style="font-style: italic">don't</span> want to speed around here; they WILL get you.
So I cruised along, just above the speed limit.
And so here comes dude with his jacked-up pickup. I guess he felt I should have been driving faster, so he rides up right behind me to let me know. Lights and grill filling my rearview.
I <span style="font-style: italic">was</span> cruising along at 50ish, but this kind of thing really pi$$es me off, so I slowed down to precisly 45MPH...the exact speed limit. (My speedo is a GPS, so I KNOW how fast I'm really going...)
And so that's how things went for the next few miles. He on my bumper, me ignoring him. Just cruising along at 45MPH. Like the sign says.
At the end of the construction zone, there's a sharp 'S' curve as the road veers over to the new section of highway. Has a 25MPH limit through the turns. I downshifted right before entering, stomped on the gas, and took the 'S' at about 50MPH. Easy peasy. For our little Spridgets, anyway.
Suddenly my bumper-riding buddy was <span style="font-style: italic">way</span> back there, likely cursing the handling ability of that little foreign car, and the lack thereof in his high-rise pickum-up truck.
So he STOMPS ON IT. This dude comes flying up, trying to close the gap, likely to impress me with his straight line acceleration prowess. <span style="font-style: italic">Yee-Haw!</span>
And that's when the blue lights came on. Ahh, the State Troopers. God love 'em. He pulled over.
I tooted my horn and cruised along home. :angel:
Like I said: a <span style="font-style: italic">really</span> nice evening's drive.
:banana:
So I waited 'till the evening. Did my errands, and cruised back around 65MPH. Much nicer out; down to the 80s. Just a darn <span style="font-style: italic">nice</span> evening.
We have a construction zone for about a 5 mile stretch. Four lane road turns into a two lane road. Speed limit goes down to 45 MPH.
And you <span style="font-style: italic">don't</span> want to speed around here; they WILL get you.
So I cruised along, just above the speed limit.
And so here comes dude with his jacked-up pickup. I guess he felt I should have been driving faster, so he rides up right behind me to let me know. Lights and grill filling my rearview.
I <span style="font-style: italic">was</span> cruising along at 50ish, but this kind of thing really pi$$es me off, so I slowed down to precisly 45MPH...the exact speed limit. (My speedo is a GPS, so I KNOW how fast I'm really going...)
And so that's how things went for the next few miles. He on my bumper, me ignoring him. Just cruising along at 45MPH. Like the sign says.
At the end of the construction zone, there's a sharp 'S' curve as the road veers over to the new section of highway. Has a 25MPH limit through the turns. I downshifted right before entering, stomped on the gas, and took the 'S' at about 50MPH. Easy peasy. For our little Spridgets, anyway.
Suddenly my bumper-riding buddy was <span style="font-style: italic">way</span> back there, likely cursing the handling ability of that little foreign car, and the lack thereof in his high-rise pickum-up truck.
So he STOMPS ON IT. This dude comes flying up, trying to close the gap, likely to impress me with his straight line acceleration prowess. <span style="font-style: italic">Yee-Haw!</span>
And that's when the blue lights came on. Ahh, the State Troopers. God love 'em. He pulled over.
I tooted my horn and cruised along home. :angel:
Like I said: a <span style="font-style: italic">really</span> nice evening's drive.
:banana: