Pet Peeves? \u00a0This may be the big one.<\/p>\n
I drive the speed limit. \u00a0I have a serious distaste for both tickets and legal ambiguities; \u00a0the 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.<\/p>\n
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. \u00a0And if youare “stuck” behind me, and don’t like it, don’t worry – I won’t be in front of you forever. \u00a0And 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.<\/p>\n
Of course, I grew up in a place with real winters – and, may I add, a place where people actually do <\/em>know how to drive in the winter.<\/p>\n Unlike the Twin Cities.<\/p>\n 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 <\/em>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).<\/p>\n It’s stupid. \u00a0And if you are the only one that gets hurt, that’s bad enough.<\/p>\n But when your idiot impatient road picque\u00a0hurts others, especially those whose only “crime” is knowing their limits<\/a>, then there should be a special spot in heck for you, for you are truly a douchebag.<\/p>\n