People Were Driving This Morning

OK, I tend to have a bit of road rage. I’m not proud of it. Likely, it is for me at least slightly genetic, inherited from my PawPaw.

Once, as an early teenager, I was riding with him in his Dodge Caravan. He always had a passenger van, this one was white with thin barbed-wire pinstripe on the sides and sheepskin seat covers. A piece of trim flew from a truck in front of us, which he was certainly tailing, ricocheting off the van’s roof. PawPaw forced these two burly, bearded construction workers off the road and yelled at them on the shoulder until he got it all off his chest.

Therefore, I can say my anger driving is natural. Though I know it still is not good for my health. So I’m working on it.

Our delivery van has to be serviced at a dealer. One is located 1.5 miles from our house, unfortunately the service there is untenable. We need to go out to west county any time something needs done. As a whole, I’ve observed that county folk don’t understand how driving on the highway works, which is ironic as they are unable to travel anywhere without hopping on the freeway.

This morning people were surprisingly driving how they should, it was smooth sailing nearly the entire way to have our recalled airbags swapped. People were using the passing lane to pass, and getting over otherwise. Even transitions in the second left-most lane were mindful and fluid. There was just one brief moment in The Valley where several cars clotted, riding each others’ bumpers like those old wood train toys with magnets that link them together. My heart rate increased slightly as I passed on the right and then cut back in between a semi-trailer and a little red Nissan, close enough to hopefully teach them a lesson. Then, uninhibited the rest of the way.

I’m getting better.