Pet Peeves? This may be the big one.
I drive the speed limit. I have a serious distaste for both tickets and legal ambiguities; the money I’d lose betting whether the cops will give you five or ten miles per hour over the limit is better spent on things I enjoy.
And when the roads are bad – as they have been, more often than not this winter – I have no, zero, nada problem doubling the distance between the car in front of me and driving at a speed where I’m comfortable I’m not going to endanger myself, or others. And if youare “stuck” behind me, and don’t like it, don’t worry – I won’t be in front of you forever. And I’m fine with getting there alive a minute later than I’d have arrived otherwise, and if that minute is eating you that bad, then you need to plan better.
Of course, I grew up in a place with real winters – and, may I add, a place where people actually do know how to drive in the winter.
Unlike the Twin Cities.
Naturally, those days when I’m doing 50 in a 55 zone through the blowing snow and one-block visibility, or 35 in an icy 45 watching tow trucks trying to pull cars out of ditches and snow banks on either side of the road, and bearing left and right to avoid the spinouts, there is always some nunb-nuts who will tailgate, or honk, or some moron in an F350 or an oil-belching Volvo crusted with “Obama” stickers, that will take its first opportunity to go sailing past, and crank it up to their normal speed limit plus ten – often with a honk and an obscene gesture (answered with a better one).
It’s stupid. And if you are the only one that gets hurt, that’s bad enough.
But when your idiot impatient road picque hurts others, especially those whose only “crime” is knowing their limits, then there should be a special spot in heck for you, for you are truly a douchebag.
Kari Pfannenstein says her daughter — a bubbly, eccentric 17-year-old who marches to the beat of her own drum and is a friend to all — is now fighting for her life because drivers pressured her into going too fast on icy roads.
Now, all Pfannenstein can do is hold her daughter’s hand a pray for her to recover from two skull fractures, a lung contusion and other injuries.
“Every time, I say, ‘Drive Safe,’ and she says, ‘I always do,’” Pfannenstein said.
The Dassel-Cokato High School junior was heading to school on Wednesday morning with her friend, Sade Clay, in the seat next to her.
“I never thought this would happen,” Clay said, recounting the crash. “Kristina started sliding and tried to correct herself and slid into the oncoming lane, and our car turned all the way around and a Suburban came — and that’s all I remember.”
I’ve pretty well taught my kids to ignore morons on the road. That means you. You know who you are.