zefflyn
Registered. User.
Just this morning, I got stuck behind a woman in a huge 4-door full-size Chevy truck with a camper shell, and she was too scared to change lanes, or to go the speed limit (in a 40-mph zone).
(Note, I'm in my big huge 1974 Dodge pickup)
So, we turn right off the freeway, into a "right-turn only" lane. She's in front of me, hits the left blinker (which blinks in her rear-view mirror, too). I'm behind her, there's no one in the lane to the left, I change over one lane to the left, and she STILL taps the brakes, skitters around in her lane, before finally moving over in front of me.
She continues forward at 35mph, with the blinker on, smoking, rolls down her window to check her hair in the mirror, continues to go slow, people passing us at 40-45 in the other lanes, she rolls up her window.
I keep thinking, "Well, maybe she'll change lanes and get out of my way." Plenty of spots open up in the next lane, but she doesn't move. Finally, after EVERYONE ON THE ENTIRE FREAKING ROAD has passed us, and she still hasn't changed lanes, I scoot over and go around her, and move back into the lane in front of her.
The next group of traffic that was released from the red light behind us catches up to her, and she starts moving across the road to the left, to finally get into the left turn lane.
(Note, I'm in my big huge 1974 Dodge pickup)
So, we turn right off the freeway, into a "right-turn only" lane. She's in front of me, hits the left blinker (which blinks in her rear-view mirror, too). I'm behind her, there's no one in the lane to the left, I change over one lane to the left, and she STILL taps the brakes, skitters around in her lane, before finally moving over in front of me.
She continues forward at 35mph, with the blinker on, smoking, rolls down her window to check her hair in the mirror, continues to go slow, people passing us at 40-45 in the other lanes, she rolls up her window.
I keep thinking, "Well, maybe she'll change lanes and get out of my way." Plenty of spots open up in the next lane, but she doesn't move. Finally, after EVERYONE ON THE ENTIRE FREAKING ROAD has passed us, and she still hasn't changed lanes, I scoot over and go around her, and move back into the lane in front of her.
The next group of traffic that was released from the red light behind us catches up to her, and she starts moving across the road to the left, to finally get into the left turn lane.
