I Could Have Bought The Farm

so this morning i'm driving i-435 east, as usual, on my way to the office. i'm in the right-hand lane, minding my own business, bebopping along. and i pass the metcalf exit and nearly run smack into a concrete jersey barrier. wow, thank you kdot for posting a sign that traffic in the right lane needs to merge. 'cuz who knows? maybe i just wanted to kill myself for the hell of it.

and on another bizarro traffic note, i'm of the paranoid mindset that people in trucks can somehow communicate with each other. case in point: i'm following a slow-moving truck from the 18th street expressway ramp onto i-35 north. the guy is a snail, so i move into the far left-hand lane to get away from him. naturally, this somehow is an affront to his manhood, so he gets into the middle lane, and speeds up to the point where i'm going 75/mph. which is bad because we have cops that regularly radar, especially on monday mornings.

so he gets more peeved that i'm not going to just slow down and let him go around me. he tries to kind of merge into my lane, so i speed up, merge into the midle lane, and then eventually into the far right-hand lane. and get this? from that point, every truck, including a fucking 18-wheeler dickhead tries to merge in on my lane. and i'm not even trying to make up this shit. honestly, i could have been in the "trucks" sequel on the pathetic sci-fi channel starring timothy busfield.

sad, sad, sad. thank goodness, i'm a better driver than those slobs. and the civic can really kick it in for a 9-year-old. eat my dust losers!