Rant: Impatient Chevy Tahoe

Dear Impatient Man Driving the White Chevy Tahoe Driving Down Bel-Red Road Between Bellevue and Redmond, WA at About 5:20PM,

Where's the fire?  Hot date?  Was my 5 miles over the speed limit just way too slow for you?  Must have been, because you felt the need to come from behind me in the right lane, and accelerate rapidly to pass me on the right, even though your lane was ending.

You might remember me.  I was the Blue Ford Escort station wagon in front of you in the left lane.  As you passed me on the right, you might have looked over to see a little Asian woman scowling furiously at you.  Then again, you were more likely trying desperately to keep control of your vehicle as you negotiated the wet road, your quickly ending lane, and trying to squeeze over in front of me, without rear-ending the car in front of you.  Incidentally, that space you squeezed into is called "a proper following distance," not "an invitation."  From the way you were tailgating me, I assume you've never tried one yourself.

You might also remember that I flipped you the bird, and if you can read lips you might have been able to make out my new nickname for you.  If you missed it, you are now named after a very specific region of the body, usually considered an "exit only."

Why could you not have been content with staying behind me?  Did getting there one car ahead make the difference in your day?  Hard to believe, since you proceeded the rest of the way down Bel-Red, to West Lake Sammamish Parkway, to Leary Way at a much more leisurely pace.  I even had the opportunity to snap a picture of your car with my Treo as I later passed you.

Do you care what impact your arrogant move had on me?  Do you care that my blood pressure soared, my neck and shoulders tensed, and my jaw clenched?  Does it bother you that I spent the next ten minutes envisioning all manners of torture and embarrassment that could befall you should Karma find it fitting?  Fortunately, I felt much better realizing that I could post your picture on the web and let the world know how I feel about you and your stupid but dangerous actions.

We may meet again, Mr. Impatient Chevy Tahoe, somewhere along the commute.  I hope that next time you give me reason to wave with my whole hand, and not just one finger.

Up Yours,

Responsible and Safe Driver Who Luckily Did Not Have Her Toddler in the Car