Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Over the last five years I have been driving to my job about 23 miles away. It usually takes me thirty minutes and I generally enjoy it. I have listened to audio books, iTunes, the radio and sometimes just the silence. I know every lane I need to be in on my route and relish keeping to them. It's this game I have always played on the highway. I used to have a fast car and didn't mind slowing down or speeding up. The fast car had a manual transmission and I really felt like I was controlling something. What? I don't know. But something. I would speed ALL the time and still had great gas mileage. Gas mileage becomes very important when you drive a lot, maybe, at least for me. It's something I pay attention to and explain to people when they say " Oh, you spend an hour in your car each workday! Really, an hour." and then they sigh and look at me with pity in their eyes.  That's when I hit them with my mileage numbers. I say "listen, you don't understand. Im getting great mileage. I'm talking in the mid 40's and I don't have any of that electric shit. I'm talking gasoline." They hate it and that's fine by me because I hate them. It's like when you work in retail during the holidays and people that don't tell you how terrible it must be. Fuck you.
So now I drive a slow car and in order to keep my numbers up I do the speed limit. Wow. Nothing pisses people off more than driving the speed limit. I never need to be in any fast lanes so I stick to the parts I need and drive right at the limit. 45 in a 45. 55 in a 55 and 65 in a 65. It feels very professional. My favorite is when people that speed have to get over to the slow lane to exit or transfer highways and they end up behind me. They have to slow way down behind my car and I can see them in my mirror just dying. It really kills them and I absolutely love it. Watching people freak the fuck out in their cars is like yoga or meditation to me. I find it very calming. Not that I don't have some road rage also, I mean, people can do some dumb shit and it is really dangerous at times but I never carry that anger for long and so it's okay. I think.

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