Tuesday, May 24, 2016.
Pick-up came up behind me tonight as I was waiting at a light and I guess when the light changed I was too slow off the mark for the driver because he laid on the horn and then passed me on the right, using the shoulder. He cut back in as soon as he felt had room and floored it, getting a whole twenty yards ahead of me before he came up on the tail of another car ahead and had to slow down again. That one he was able to pass on the left.
It was a big pickup. White. Size of an F-350, with jacked up wheels and over-sized tires. Looked brand-new. I didn’t catch what make because my attention was grabbed by the large campaign sticker on the gate.
I had to laugh.
It’s been a long-running joke here in Mannionville that I’m probably the only one continually finds funny---probably because it’s my joke---that every bad and aggressive driver is a Trump voter. I figure they drive like they’re voting, intending to force everyone else to get out of their way, and here was this guy---had to be a guy, right?---confirming it for me.
Trump voters are guys who think other people are on the road just to make their lives difficult and the only way to deal with them is lay on the horn, flip them the bird, and show them just who owns the road.