I’m beginning to think that drivers can’t read.
I live in the Foothills and take I-8 to get to town. Due to construction, a section of the interstate near Araby Road is limited to one lane.
Signs warn of road construction ahead and a reduced speed of 55 mph. As I approach the barricaded area, I slow down to 60.
Apparently, that is too slow for other drivers, who tailgate me or aggressively zoom into the other lane and zip in front of me before the two lanes merge into one. That was Wednesday.
On Thursday, I decide to remain in the pack of speeding cars in the construction zone because no one is driving 55! I’m going 65 — and I’m still the slow one.
As I begin to accelerate, I notice a state trooper vehicle ahead. With my luck, he will come after me, the slowpoke. But he doesn’t.
That’s when I decide that from now on I’m going to drive 60 in the construction zone. Those other drivers can tailgate me for as long as they want.