This is a Public Service Announcement for drivers in the Riverside County area of California.
SLOW THE FUCK DOWN
In case you missed the memo, the maximum speed limit on most highways is 65 miles per hour. Sometimes it's 55...sometimes it's 70. For the most part, though, it's 65.
My two year old son is in the car with me, oh, 95% of the time. Do you know what that means? It means that 95% of the time, I'm driving at the posted speed limit. Yes, I spend the majority of my time in the slow lane, trying to avoid speeding fuckers like you. I see you coming. I see you changing lanes: back and forth. From the fast lane to the center lane to the fast lane again. Then, you make the brilliant move and cut across one end of the highway to the other and end up behind me: on the slow lane doing 65 miles an hour.
I see you. I feel you. How annoying is it that your tail gating isn't making me speed up? Do you want to piss your pants when you realize I'm not budging?
I don't care that you're trying to show off your stupid suped up Mustang. I don't care that the vehicle two cars ahead of us cut you off way back there and you're trying to get him back. I don't care that you partied hard last night and now you're late to work, school, church: where ever.
Know what I *do* care about?
The little guy in the back seat. Yes, him I care about. For him, I wake up extra early to have enough time to get us BOTH ready. For his safety, I obey speed limits, I give myself extra space between my car and the car ahead of me. I go as far as keeping an eye two cars ahead of me and behind me. I cover my bases so that I'm able to stay away and avoid jerks like you.
Keep honking. Keep flashing your lights. Keep pissing your pants.
I'm not moving.
Oh, and your stupid suped up Mustang isn't impressing anyone.