My daily commute to work is generally pretty easy. Long, but easy.
Most of the time, in our race to get home, the cars move along at a pretty decent pace. We have our speed-limit-ers in the right lane, our just-over-the-speed-limit-ers in the middle lane, our daring-the-cops-by-going-just-under-10-over-ers in the fast lane (that’s me), and your get-the-heck-outta-my-way-ers, who weave in and out of all lanes in order to get to the front of the pack.
The past few months the construction zone near the river has forced a slow start… but as soon as the work limit ends, we punch it, and head to our respective lanes.
This time, however, the leaders didn’t take off as expected.
I looked ahead to see what was keeping us from achieving our happy pace.
Crap. It was a cop, or as I like to think of it: “The pace car”.
Oh how I hate the pace car.
Actually it’s not the pace car so much. It’s the way people behave around the pace car.
No one dares go around. Instead they pile up around him, pretending to be law abiding citizens.
Some even go below the limit it to avoid passing him, all in the effort to deceive.
Do they really think it’s better to tail him? To inch along bumper to bumper, weaving in and out of lanes, impatiently waiting for him to exit thereby waving the green flag?
I’m sure the cop’s loving it. I have no doubt he’s looking in his review mirror laughing at all of us piled up behind him. Waiting.
Just before he exits, I imagine him calling his cop friends 5 miles ahead, informing them to ready their radars. He knows that as soon as he’s gone, we all will sling shot ourselves ahead.
If I hadn’t been stuck in the pile-up, I’da passed him right away.
He knows we don’t do the speed limit. He’s not going to stop us for going a few miles over it. And it’s not illegal to pass someone. To me, it’s worse to fly up on him, then slam the breaks and act like you weren’t speeding.
I’d have avoided eye contact of course, and I would have waited until I was sure to be free of his radar (and the cop that could be waiting ahead’s radar,) before I went back to my just-under-10-over pace. That seems a little too daring to do in front of a cop – even for me.
So are you a pretender, a passer or *gasp* a real law abiding citizen?