God lays out the rules for bad drivers and eternal hell

https://lemmy.world/post/44031099

My personal favorite is when you pass someone, get a mile or two ahead of them, then they speed up, get in front of me and slow down again. I call it leap frogging.
I call it idiocy.
My favorite is when they drive right next to you on the acceleration lane for hundredths of meters waiting for you to let them merge and once they merge they accelerate right away to go way faster.
Of course they dont go hell. Unless they are on the Highway to hell, then they might.

I don’t do it on purpose, but sometimes the speed limit changes and I don’t notice until someone passes me and I look at the GPS and see I’m going too slow.

I wait for the passing cars to get ahead of me before speeding up though.

This is what I think usually happens. Allthough it still bothers me.

I see someone passing me. I notice I’m going slower than I thought, so I speed up.

Ah shit, now that guy can’t pass me like this and it’s awkward as fuck. Guess I’ll slow down a little so he can get by me, then pick back up. Wash, rinse, repeat. I’m sorry.

Sometimes I drive 10 - 15 under the speed limit on purpose to save fuel. Yes it does make a difference. I stay in the right lane unless I’m overtaking a truck or something.

You can have fun with this.

I used to own a Geo Metro. For those who aren’t familiar with cars sold in the US 30+ years ago, the Metro was a tiny little car with a 55 horsepower, 1.0 liter engine.

The most frustrating part about driving the car wasn’t that it was slow, it’s that it was never slow enough. I was always stuck behind someone’s Twin Turbo GT something or other that was going 10 under the limit. And then you’d pass them, and they would drop their cellphone to make sure I knew their car, which cost considerably more than mine did, was faster. It was crazy. It didn’t matter if I was going the speed limit or even if I was going too fast.

The worst part is I started to weaponize it. I’d see some goofball in a big lifted truck down the road from a known speed trap, and I’d pass them… They would immediately jump to the defense of their frangible masculinity, and they would inevitably fly by a speed trap at 70 on a residential street while showing me how cool they were.

My dad drove a 5-Speed Metro that he bought brand new until it couldn’t be rebuilt anymore. I think it had over 300k on the odometer.

That thing was awesome, 50 mpg in the 90’s was insane