Once, I was on a very quiet interstate, and despite having two free lanes, some guy insisted on riding my bumper. I took my foot off the gas and let myself coast. It became a game. How slow could I go before he finally passed me? It finally worked once I’d drifted down to 35 mph (that’s about 56 kph). I laughed as the guy realized how absurdly slow we were going and passed me.
It was fun, but remember not to try it on a crowded road, gang.
He maybe had adaptive cruise control enabled and was basically asleep at the wheel?
Some of those adaptive cruise controls have some insanely close minimum following distances.
Could also be someone on their phone not really paying attention.
They’ve been tailgating us for half an hour … and they passed to pull into the driveway/grocery store/school/mall/restaurant we just went by.
Had to make sure you don’t take the last parking spot
You don’t want to get on the wrong side of a bird gang. I learned that the hard way. Don’t like to talk about it.
SpongeBob reference
If the person behind you wants to drive faster, just move over and let them.
I mentioned this in another recent post, but before I was old enough to drive, my mom always said that one should let aggressive drivers “go have their accident somewhere else.”
People do it even if you are in the left most lane and going the speed you are because that’s what the 10 cars in front of you are going…
Yeah, it’s a win-win. You get the person off your ass. The other person gets to continue their journey. If you were walking on the sidewalk, you’d move.
It’s like win-win-win because then you have someone surely going faster ahead of you who’ll get a ticket instead of you. And if there’s a lot of traffic, at least they rear end someone else when traffic suddenly stops.
the vast majority of time I’m being tailgaited it’s one of 3 situations:
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Rushhour traffic, and there’s no where to pull over to, and I’m pacing the car in front of me (and generally beside me. Or I’m passing because, you know. traffic.)
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driving home late at night. The highway is basically empty (and I’m never in the furthest-left lane,) it’s me and the other guy and for whatever reason they want to suck my exhaust for 5 miles before figuring out that I’m not going to suddenly drive faster just because they creeped up on me from 5 miles back.
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they’re drunk and are pacing me because they can’t really stay on the road otherwise.
none of these circumstances lends to your “just”.
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