Driving to the Portland Airport at 5:00AM last Monday I encountered some major hostility from my fellow highwaymen. But drivers unleashing their wrath on me is not the exception; it happens with great regularity.
I drive the speed limit in the “slow lanes” to the right. On OR 205 the speed limit is 55 mph. I do 55 to 57. There is one long construction zone of about 4 miles where the limit is reduced to 45mph and fines within a construction zone may be tripled. I do 45 tops. In the lanes to my left cars flew by like I was crawling. That’s fine; slow traffic to the right. My squabble (I love that word and get to use it so seldom), my squabble is with the jerk-wads that run up on my tail, flash their lights and often dangerously zip around me at warp speed.
If I was looking for support I should be on Reddit’s “Am I an Asshole,” but since I am not and don’t really care what anybody else thinks (and have no idea how to get on Reddit) I will just warn you now: If you are behind me on the freeway don’t be surprised when I drive to the right of the passing lane and do not be exceeding the speed limit by more than 2 mph.
You may keep your horns, bright lights, angry glares and middle finger salutes to yourself and suck on THIS for 12 minutes.