It's been a while since getting my driving licence back in the late 70's, but I distinctly remember that four laners have two lanes with the right lane being the slow lane and the left the faster, passing lane of traffic on highways.
So, where is the fast lane around Oxford? It's become a pet peeve of road rage, occasions where I have been accused of having 'potty mouth' by a dear, nameless friend. Both lanes around the outskirts of town have become so freakin' slow, leaving me asking for way too much forgiveness at the end of the day.
So where's the IQ test when administering the licence test? Aren't these folks breaking the law when driving slow in the fast lane? Where are their blue lights? Where's their ticket?
This isn't an isolated driving incident. It happens consistently. Now given my usual pace of between 70 and 80 mph on Highway 6 might be a bit swift for the average traveler, I refuse to drive 55 to 60 mph in both lanes. I've got stuff to do. If sightseeing is the objective, I'll grab a bike. If driving while chatting on the cell phone is the objective, I thought that was illegal, too.
How about some big Red Letter Edition signs painted on the pavement: "SLOW LANE FOR DRIFTERS" - - "FAST LANE FOR FOLKS WITH PLANS?"
Someone please do something.
I've tried coping mechanisms such as picking up vice-grip hand squeezers at yard sales and installing meditation podcasts on the iPod. This only gets you so far after about five miles of stopped up traffic fueled by absolute clueless drivers. Clueless, driving side by side cars at 50-some-odd mph.
God forgive me, but these folks have to be smarter than they appear to be. They just have to be. Sometimes, I think I have a right to my 'potty mouth.'
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