This last workweek I was at a workshop for people in my office and in two other locations (both East of the Mississippi) who work under the same supervisor. The location was a major metro area in one of the states of the former Confederacy. We only had two minivans to accommodate more than a dozen people all told, not individual cars, which meant that the budget for meals/entertainment while there could be greater.
I’m not a fan of driving in strange cities while a disembodied voice tells me where to go so I wasn’t among the drivers. As a consequence I was treated to a couple of freeway trips as a passenger that I can only describe as harrowing, due to the speeds people in general were driving at in heavy traffic (when the speed limit sign says 70 mph they apparently believe it’s a minimum) but combined with that the ridiculous tailgating the guy driving our vehicle was engaging in. I’m talking maybe 1.5 to 2 car lengths MAX behind the vehicle in front while literally doing 75. WTF.
It wasn’t just our vehicle in that situation but the one in front and about five or six more ahead of that one. Any false move or miscalculation by anyone around us and we’d all be dead or seriously maimed. And this guy driving was someone who should know better, in his mid-late 50’s, not some 25 year old who thinks he’s immortal. Is it the adrenaline or something that guys like this get off on and need to make their lives worth living (it doesn’t help that this particular guy looks like the saddest dude among all of us)? I don’t get it. I sure didn’t appreciate it, and couldn’t wait for an excuse to make all future freeway trips with another driver at the wheel.