Better Late Than Dead
During my college years in the mid- to late 2000s, I enrolled at a well-known university that has a central campus and multiple smaller “satellite” campuses. Halfway through my four-year program, I moved to the central campus almost three hours from my home. Since I wanted to visit family and friends back home, I resolved to do it one Friday a month and make a long weekend of it. It was always a rush to get out of my last class in the early afternoon, ride the bus to the apartment, hop in my car with a heavy backpack, and get out of town before any early afternoon traffic picked up. Sometimes other people had the same idea.
On a particular chosen weekend to go home, I was a quarter of the way there while driving on a typical US highway where you have the left “passing” lane and the right “slower traffic” lane. Granted, in my experience circa 2015 and onward, these left and right lane designations are heavily blurred beyond recognition, but in the mid-2000s, that wasn’t always the case. At any rate, I had gotten far enough down the road to leave most heavy traffic behind; at most a handful of cars were in my vicinity.
I was traveling at a fair enough speed of 60 mph in a 55 mph zone when this red car came up behind me in one of those “out of nowhere” scenarios. A speed increase was coming up later, but as this area had “work zone” written all over it, I wanted to stay within the limit. I took note of the red car but mostly ignored the driver and kept on with my destination and plans for that weekend. Over the next few minutes, I’d glance every so often behind me and notice that the person was creeping up on me to a final distance of maybe two or three car lengths. Maybe another minute passed and still this person was at that distance, acting almost as if they were edging me to go faster. I did not make any sign that I was going to go faster and kept relatively consistent.
This continued for several more miles without me budging to accommodate their seeming want for me to go faster. As I had gotten my license to drive roughly two years prior and I didn’t have to drive far for classes until this point, I was still a greenhorn and very afraid of breaking speeding laws — not that I try to now but I was really anal about it then.
I’m not sure what was going through this person’s head as they continued to follow me, but they stayed on my tail for almost ten miles. I was on a relatively empty highway in the right lane and they never thought to pass me the entire time the road was empty around us. They had to be tailing me for at least ten minutes going at a “slow” speed before it dawned on them that they could pass me. Once they did this, the red car promptly zoomed down the road and out of sight, but not before making a show of sorts by gunning the engine while passing me doing up to 90 mph. Yeah, I was annoyed by their bizarre attitude, but I let it go and returned to my trip home, eventually forgetting about the red car.
Maybe half an hour later, though, I was reminded of them with wonderful Karmic justice. There is a point about halfway between the college town and my home where the highway is easily accessible by a side road and small town. Police cars tend to sit there in wait for passing cars going too fast. It just so happened that on this Friday a policeman was there. Guess who was parked on the side of the road in front of a police car with flashing lights?
Maybe my slower driving put them in a frenzy, but if that was really the case why did they take so long to just go around me for the miles that they had time to do it in? We were the only two cars going the same direction for that span of time.