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turbo
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Today, I had to make a trip to a nearby town. I found myself behind a conga-line of slow-moving vehicles that were applying their brakes again and again. A few vehicles managed to get out of that line and pass and as the line shortened I could ID the culprit. It was an older Ford van going from 5-10 mph under the speed limit with no rhyme nor reason to the speed variations. I was pretty much trapped, though, because in front of me was a compact car from PQ hauling a travel-trailer that was just a *bit* too large to allow real acceleration, so he couldn't pass. Eventually we got to a hill that featured a "slow traffic use right lane" widening. the jerk in the Ford van pulled into the right-hand lane, but kept speeding up so that the car from PQ had to work really hard to try to get by him. Then, the jerk pulled into the travel lane right in front of me without so much as a turn-signal. From then on into town (about 5 miles) there are no opportunities to pass, so I was stuck.
It was an older couple in the van, and every time I'd see the driver's baseball cap visor turn toward the person in the passenger seat, the van would drift right, at times substantially into the breakdown lane. Eventually, he'd look ahead again and head back to the center-line. This crap continued all the way into town at about 10mph under the speed limit. I found myself longing for James Bond's Aston-Martin - the one with the front-facing machine guns.
If that jerk had try pulling stunts like that on Route 128 (Edit: Boston drivers are NOT tolerant!) someone would have taught him a lesson.
I got stuck behind them at the first traffic light in town, and the back of the van was festooned with tea-party stickers, including one that read "I Don't Believe the Liberal Media". I was still ticked off, but thought "maybe that's why he keeps veering to the right."
It was an older couple in the van, and every time I'd see the driver's baseball cap visor turn toward the person in the passenger seat, the van would drift right, at times substantially into the breakdown lane. Eventually, he'd look ahead again and head back to the center-line. This crap continued all the way into town at about 10mph under the speed limit. I found myself longing for James Bond's Aston-Martin - the one with the front-facing machine guns.
If that jerk had try pulling stunts like that on Route 128 (Edit: Boston drivers are NOT tolerant!) someone would have taught him a lesson.
I got stuck behind them at the first traffic light in town, and the back of the van was festooned with tea-party stickers, including one that read "I Don't Believe the Liberal Media". I was still ticked off, but thought "maybe that's why he keeps veering to the right."
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