It's amazing how little people adhere to proper traffic
protocol. Let me set the scenario: in the right lane, you have a large flatbed
truck carrying several pallets of sod. It's going about five under the speed
limit, but I can't complain since it's in the right lane (read: slow lane). I
can, however, complain about the contractor van going the same speed in the
left lane (read: "get out of my way" lane) next door to the sod
truck. I knew it was a contractor van because no other human being would buy
one of those hideous white vans and attach a ladder rack to the top. So, these
two vehicles plodded along side-by-side for several miles, seemingly oblivious
to the cavalcade of cars (myself included) forming behind them. To think that I
considered a mere ten over the speed limit too slow (I had to slow it down for
a little while after my speeding ticket). Slowly... seconds fade into
minutes... minutes feel like lifetimes. Finally (FINALLY!), the sod truck turns
right. Once this path was opened, it was like opening a dam flood gate. The
long line of cars spurts forth through that one lane and just shot past the
van. Cars stuck behind the van (myself included) made suicidal dashes into the
right lane just to get in front of the guy. It was beautiful. I don't know what
happened to that van after I put all those miles between us, but I can only
hope the police pulled him over for reckless driving.
