I remember being on a road trip between D/FW and NOLA. Because of construction, traffic had been detoured onto older farm to market roads, typically 1 or 2 lanes wide.
On one of the 1-lane stretches, I was behind a minivan that was going at least 10MPH slower than the limit, sometimes slower. So I decided to pass. And every time I tried, they sped up.
At one point, I had a clear view to the horizon, so I decided to end the game and really floored it. They reacted likewise.
As I pulled even with them, I noticed 2 things in rapid succession:
1) the driver and passenger were smoking crack- the pipe was in the driver’s hands, and
2) the horizon I had seen was defined by the crest of a hill, and some cars had just crested it going the other way.
I hit my brakes hard, and ducked back behind Mr. Crackhead, where I remained for another half hour.
On one of the 1-lane stretches, I was behind a minivan that was going at least 10MPH slower than the limit, sometimes slower. So I decided to pass. And every time I tried, they sped up.
At one point, I had a clear view to the horizon, so I decided to end the game and really floored it. They reacted likewise.
As I pulled even with them, I noticed 2 things in rapid succession:
1) the driver and passenger were smoking crack- the pipe was in the driver’s hands, and
2) the horizon I had seen was defined by the crest of a hill, and some cars had just crested it going the other way.
I hit my brakes hard, and ducked back behind Mr. Crackhead, where I remained for another half hour.