I slid up in the right-hand lane behind a 1990’s-vintage Pontiac Grand Prix on my way to work. Minding my own business, doing my usual routine of driving a bit slower than the speed limit because I tend to get there just as fast the fellow in the next lane, but with less brake-mashing.
I slid up in the right-hand lane behind a 1990’s-vintage Pontiac Grand Prix on my way to work. Minding my own business, doing my usual routine of driving a bit slower than the speed limit because I tend to get there just as fast the fellow in the next lane, but with less brake-mashing.
The Grand Prix wanders left. I think, “Oh, OK, he’s changing lanes without using his blinker.” This is an all-too-common event on Utah roads. I heard the rationalization from a friend once that “the reason I don’t use my blinker to change lanes is because if I communicate my intent, the driver in the next lane will speed up so I can’t do it.” Yeah, not my experience (generally) in any of the 20 or so states I’ve driven in, but there you have it. Barring the occasional jerk who does exactly what my friend described, most people are gracious.
So the car in the next lane, recognizing the intent of the Grand Prix driver to move in, taps his brakes and backs off a bit to make room. Well, the Grand Prix instead jerks his car to the right, hitting the slush on the shoulder, then correcting back into his lane again.
Next up: a stoplight. The light turns green. The fellow in front of the Grand Prix is almost 200 feet out before the Grand Prix driver recognizes that he’s gone, and floors it to catch up. I accelerate at the usual sedate pace I follow — in hopes of better gas mileage — and watch. The driver slams on the brakes once he catches up to the fellow in front of him.
Then he does the whole “wander left, correct right, get into the slush” bit again. And a third time a little further up.
Now the only thing going through my mind is “I don’t wanna pass this guy”. Although my reaction is to want to be as far away from an erratic driver as possible, due to the laws of physics in general sleepy, drunk, or high drivers don’t tend to hit the people behind them. So I maintained my cautious vigil behind this fellow, counting down the blocks until I would be as far away as possible from him. Eventually, I reached my turnoff, and the Grand Prix turned the other way.
Heaven help the people on that interstate.
So here’s the question: how do you handle it when you see people driving erratically?