I got to take a quick weekend trip to Durham, NC, to see one of my best friends that I hadn't gotten to go visit for nearly a year. It was great to get away for a little while and not have to worry about taking care of anyone. She spoils her guests so I didn't have to do anything but relax. It was great!
However, it is a long drive there, about 5.5 hours but usually longer for me since I stop at nearly every rest area along the way. But I'm not complaining about getting to spend nearly 12 hours in a Corvette. That was fine with me. And that was part of my relaxation. Except for the idiots on the road.
When will people figure out that 1) getting all up my ass isn't going to make the cars in front of me go faster? Hello, dumbass trying to buy the rear-end of my car, I can't make the people in front of me speed up, and I'm not about to tailgate them to try. So BACK THE HELL OFF! And wait for the flow of traffic to speed up. Your time is no more valuable than anyone else's.
When will people figure out that 2) just because I'm in a Corvette doesn't mean I want to race? Just about every jerk in a suped up Toyota thinks he wants to race me. Sorry, but in case you haven't noticed most people who drive Corvettes are older and more mature and don't need feel the need to demostrate their virility by driving 95-100 mph. I could blow your f*cking doors off if I really wanted to, but I've got the maturity to let you get the speeding ticket. I don't need to prove anything to you.
If I sound a little agitated, well, it's because this morning I ran over one of the kids' puppies. It ran right under the moving car (not the Corvette), and I coudn't stop before it was hit. I'm not sure if she'll make it. She's at the vet and they will call when they know what is wrong and if she can recover. I'm sick over it. I know the kids will be devastated if she dies. What a great way to start the week, eh? Kind of reversed any benefit I got from my weekend trip. Typical.