Yeah, winter seems to bring out the worst in some drivers.
I've seen some pretty "interesting" driving as the weather has gotten worse.
My Miata has a new set of Blizzaks, plus I take it pretty easy. In the last week I've seen at least a dozen people drivng waaay over their skill-level.
I worked late last week and I'm driving home in rain with an annoying tailgater on my bumper.
It was almost icy.......might have been icy in some stretches of the road.
As the road I'm driving on changes from one-lane to two lanes, we come to a red light.
Mr. Annoying Tailgater zooms up next to me, revving his engine and creeping forward as the light remains red. He looks like he's ready for a Race To The Death.
By the way, he is driving his Mom's (or wife's) Toyota Corolla. It's either beige or mauve. And it's automatic. It looks just like the car my Aunt Lil drives. She's 92.
The light turns green and Sooper High Perfomance Toyota Racing Corolla zooms ahead.
Because I let him.
Because I find these sort of people tedious.
As we drive down the road, I stay on His Six, but not tailgating. I realize we are approaching a part of the road that is a single-lane, one-way ramp that tightly turns back over 180 degrees.
I love driving on this ramp since it's one-way and there's no chance of meeting any opposing traffic. I won't race on the street, but I enjoy a bit of spirited oversteer on ramps like this when I'm by myself.
As we enter this ramp, I get closer to him (almost, but not actual tailgating).
Predicably, he has to prove his Manhood by stepping on the gas. And I stay with him
Did I mention it's slippery and raining?
Oh boy, this is going to be fun.
Half way through the turn, the wheezing Corolla is experiencing a Mighty Battle between testosterone and physics. And physics is winning.
Meanwhile, the Miata, with new Blizzaks is "right there" and rock solid.
Pretty soon the Corolla brake lights go on.
Then the steering wheel goes to full-lock right.
Then full-lock left.
Then a clumsy pirouette and the little Toyota is going backwards down the ramp until it harmlessly stops of it's own accord. No thanks to the conglomeration of protoplasm aboard.
I almost wet my pants laughing.
I gave him a cheerful horn toot and wave as I drove past.
Idiot.
My Aunt Lil would have done much better.