Red Mosquito

doug rr wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

doug rr wrote:I'm pretty sure I flip off about 1 driver per day for riding my ass

Put one of those Baby on Board signs on your truck.

I don't have a truck

doug rr wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:Try driving faster.

its a one lane country road that's 50mph,,,I usually do 55 and always some dumbass right behind me..most of the time its teenagers driving to school probably

doug rr wrote:I'm pretty sure I flip off about 1 driver per day for riding my ass

Chris_H_2 wrote:

doug rr wrote:I'm pretty sure I flip off about 1 driver per day for riding my ass

don't be afraid to give them a reminder through a little love tap on the brake

Norris wrote:or you could just let them pass you

Norris wrote:or you could just let them pass you

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:

Norris wrote:letting someone pass you doesn't really cost you any time, and maybe the other guy has a real good reason for going fast

Honestly a pretty evolved viewpoint for a Masshole

Norris wrote:or you could just let them pass you

Norris wrote:letting someone pass you doesn't really cost you any time, and maybe the other guy has a real good reason for going fast

epilogue wrote:

Norris wrote:or you could just let them pass you

But what are the circumstances? I stay in the left lane. So if some dipshit wants to ride my ass and pass me, they have all the opportunity to do so by passing on the left like they’re supposed to. So what are we taking about here?

epilogue wrote:Whether you're walking or running or driving, assuming everyone is obeying the rules, the onus is on the people going the fastest.

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

epilogue wrote:

Norris wrote:or you could just let them pass you

But what are the circumstances? I stay in the left lane. So if some dipshit wants to ride my ass and pass me, they have all the opportunity to do so by passing on the left like they’re supposed to. So what are we taking about here?

Move to the right lane