The culprit here is a blue car, and me. You would think I would recall the make and model of the car, since that's what my brain should be encoding during a high-stress event, but I don't. It was driven by a middle-aged, maybe a little older, couple. In the farthest left lane, going 75. Now that's nice, but everyone else wants to do at least 80 (me) or 85. Cars back up behind the blue car. People are passing on the right, passing on the right, and because I'm an asshole, I go with the flow and start to pass on the right. But. The car in front of me can't get over into the left lane yet, and so I'm stuck next to the blue car. Right in the blind spot (just where I want to be, right?). There's a semi beside me. Blue car starts drifting towards my lane while signaling right. We pass the semi. I drift towards the right side of my lane and start looking frantically at the lady in the passenger seat of the blue car. I yell, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? WHAT THE FUCK?" and drift further to the right portion of my lane. I don't honk, I don't really brake, I just yell. That's the stupid part. The lady looks over at me, suddenly looks as terrified as I am, and turns to the driver, who then jerks back into his lane. I accelerate out of there, feeling like an idiot. The only thing I can imagine that happened was that they weren't listening to any music and they actually heard me yelling through the car. Which is pretty funny. But that makes me feel bad because I was yelling at these respectable older folks who had every reason to blindly crash into me. So lesson of this near crash situation is:
Use your horn. Use your brakes. Accelerate forward, out of the blind spot. Don't just ride the right side of your lane screaming obscenities at respectable people. Not a solution unless they hear you--and then it's embarrassing.
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