I went to Composites One today to pick up some resin and acetone for the shop. I have been trying to watch my speed a lot in the last year or so. I put the truck on cruise control the whole way down. Kept it at the speed limit. Anyway, one thing that always boggles my mind is most everyone else on the highway. Sure i'm not a great driver, I know that. But man, some people! People will be passing me with probebly a 10 MPH difference. Next thing I know I am passing them at over a 10 MPH difference. What?... Thats ruffly a 20 MPH speed flucuation. It will be in 1, and 1 and a 1/2 minute intervals too. So what, they are reving their engine to the max just to push on the brakes? Are they testing their brakes? Maybe, I guess. Then you have the people who tail you like a mad man. When you get over to let them pass, they do too! You have to speed up, pull some tricky manuver, just to get them far away from you cause their crazy! Also you have the impatiant drivers. They usually drive a BMW, Sequia, Caddy, or Acura. You occasionally get a teenager in a beater who has to impress others some way other than the coolness of his car. This is how it happens. You will be slowly passing someone on the left, than all of a sudden you have 5-6 cars from no where riding your butt. You give your sefl proper distance between you and the driver you just passed, you flip on the signal, then BAM!, all the cars from behind you hop into the right lane cutting off the guy you passed. They speed up giving you nasty looks for not pulling into the right lane. The teenager and Beemer man usually cut you off too, to let you know they are annoyed. So watch out for them. Last but no least one of the worse, the Sunday drivers. Why the worst? Cause unlike the other drivers who you can excape or will pass you and never see you again, you are stuck with these ones. They are the drivers who are driving behind another car going about 10 under. You are about to pass them and then they go to pass the car in front of them. The problem is that they never seem to pass them. So if you are in the last streach to Brigham and there are only two lanes, you're hosed. You gently ride up on them, back off, ride up, back off. Yeah, they never seem to grasp any concepts. It's like they are so high on life, with out a care in the world. What do they see? Is it like Zippity Do Daw in their head? Are cartoon birds singing on their shoulder? Do they imagine and enjoy a good talk with Aunt Jemima on their dash? What is going on? Well, next time I am going to put a big sign that says highly explosive with a nuclear symbol over it. They might stay away then. -Dustin
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