Originally Posted by cmac2012

Today I'm driving down Capital Way in Oly WA where I'm visiting. I'm doing the limit and an SUV gets right up on my ass, about a car length back. Up about 50 yards, the light turns red so I take my foot off the gas and coast. The guy gets closer. Plenty of room to change to the other lane. He doesn't do so. I point, in a large manner, and in a repetitious fashion to the other lane, the right lane. He goes around me, giving me a dirty look as he does so. Looks to be mid-20s.

Wrong, dude. I flip him off vigorously, the arm upraised into the palm of the other along with the middle digit. Not the smartest thing to do but this guy is a nimrod. He goes up and gets just as close to the next guy. Maintains that posture for the next 3 or 4 blocks. One guy in front of him slows to turn right. He came real close to that car.

I wanted to have a chance to pull along side at a stop light and ask him if he's been driving long and if he's ever heard of the concept of tail-gating. Didn't get the chance.

Maybe, maybe in 10 or 20 years, a glimmer of enlightenment on this score will flicker in his dim watted brain. That word is maybe.