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Text: this actually happened over the weekend. 

i live in oklahoma city, and i always used to drive all the way to and from tulsa using only route 66 (well, now it's called state highway 66, but it's still intact.) it's a nice scenic, winding drive through small towns and prairie and some wooded areas. it helps me relax and just unwind and think, and this is best done in the middle of the night when there's barely any traffic if any at all. which is relaxing, because though people out in the country are very courteous drivers that actually know how to drive, people in the cities are most definitely not. this helps me get away from it all for a few hours.

well, last saturday evening, i figured that since i hadn't done it in at least a year, i'd go for that nice long relaxing drive. it started out nice, and even city traffic behaved itself on the way out of town...that is until i got to the outskirts of oklahoma city. this is where i got stuck behind an old person in a chevy minivan with fluctuating speed: sometimes, if the posted limit was low-ish he'd go five under the speed limit, if it sped up, he'd go ten and sometimes fifteen under erratically; he never hit the speed limit anywhere and kept speeding up and slowing down. not a big deal, right? just pass him.

well, on the way out of oklahoma city, rt 66 narrows to one lane and a lot of those little towns i mentioned are "no-passing" towns, meaning the double yellow line is solid the whole way through until you get out of the town, and then once you're a good distance away from the town, the line on your side may break, allowing you to pass on the incoming lanes.

...except, this time my, lesiurely, mostly traffic-free night drive, turned into an infuriating waiting game. any time the line broke to allow passing, a wall of cars would begin to come along and wouldn't subside until the line went solid again. it was solid more often than not, as there are (believe it or not) a lot of hills and blind curves that you can't pass on. add to that that there were quite a few cops out tonight so passing on a solid line when nobody was looking was not only too risky from a safety and legal standpoint. so i'm stuck behind this guy for miles upon miles out into the countryside, getting more and more frustrated at my crap luck that i can't just go around him, wondering when the hell this old geezer is going to either speed up or turn off into a town and just let me drive.

eventually, i had reached my limit of tolerance for the guy in front of me that was now doing 45 in a 65 and i decided, next broken yellow line, i'm going for it. i'm gonna do it. 

we finally get out of a curvy stretch and the line breaks, allowing passing. i peek around him, and there are cars in the opposing lane but they're far enough off that i can attempt a pass! so i slide over into the left lane, gun it up to the speed limit for a bit and check over my shoulder to see if i had put enough distance between us so that i don't cut him of--now he's in my blindspot?!?! i look down at the speedo, i'm doing the speed limit, and i'm trying to pass him legally, and now he's pacing me. now he wants to go the speed limit. damnit, the oncoming cars are getting closer, why won't you let me pass?

fine. that's the way you want to play huh? well, it's about time i make a rash decision; haven't done that in a while, either!
i quickly check around to see if there aren't any cops hiding out in bushes...nothing it looks like...just some beat-up old truck in a ditch.

so with oncoming traffic looming, i drop a gear, pop the clutch and nail it past him, my little puddle-jumper going as fast as it's it's puny engine can make it accelerate. i look behind me as i slip back into the right lane, and i have successfully left that old codger in my dust! score one for the...oh, shit, are those red and blue lights coming up behind him?!

those were indeed, and after the oncoming traffic passes, he slips around the old man and runs right up behind me--that "beat-up old truck" that was in the ditch was not so beat up and had lights and police insignia on it that i didn't notice in the fleeting glance that i got of it before. fuck, i was going really, really, fast; i don't even know how fast i was going. i am in such deeeep shit now.

so i pull over to the shoulder, and as the old man in the minivan passes us, he turns his dome light on, waves at me mockingly and drives off as the officer gets out of his truck and gaits over to my window. 

"good evening," he says, "you have any idea how fast you were going back there?"

"no sir."

"i got you at eighty five. that's twenty over the speed limit."

"i'm really, really sorry."

"what was the hurry?"

"i was just trying to pass the guy in front of me."

"why? he was doing the speed limit."

"yes sir, but he wasn't before the curves."

"so you got aggravated and thought you'd just fly past him, huh?"

"yes, sir...it was really, really stupid of me."

he commences to give me a well-deserved dressing down about speeding. twenty over is reckless driving, and i could go to jail right now. yes sir. there's no reason i should ever be going that fast, ever. yes sir. i can't go faster than the speed limit when passing. yes sir.

he takes my license and insurance and goes back to his truck as i sit in my car feeling like the biggest idiot in the world for what seemed like eternity. in the end, i only got a citation for speeding. not excessive speeding, not reckless driving or anything more heinous, just 85 in a 65. as i graciously accepted the $170 ticket, he very strongly suggested i turn around and go back home and i took him up on the offer.

on the way back home, i drove down a clear road devoid of all but a few cars that passed in the night, cruise control set at the speed limit, i sighed. oh well, at least nobody's in front of me anymore.

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i went for a nice leisurely drive, got caught behind a slow driver for several miles, got antsy, finally passed him, tipped 85 miles an hour--right in front of a cop. got put *squarely* in my place. went home in defeat.