Ah, sweet idiocy...

Okay, picture this. We're driving down US 50 through Moundhouse on our way to Dayton. Halfway through, a white Chevorlet passes us by using the turn lane and almost swipes an RV. When he gets in front of us, he slams his brakes on me and tries causing an accident... again. I decide to call him in for reckless driving, and he slams his brakes again... so what do we do? I follow him down 50 for a bit.

Now, many of y'all may know that I'm a very careful driver, but this guy would have sent even Gandhi into a road rage from the netherworld! We passed the street we were going to turn on, and kept following. So this guy starts to swerve back and forth between lanes, including the turn lane, then speeds up again. Halfway through Stagecoach, he passes a line of cars, plays chicken with on-coming traffic, and almost causes a pileup.

We decided to turn around and head back, but about a mile after turning around, I saw an ambulance AND the... oh, what do you call the dude that goes and collects dead bodies? Anyway, that dude... driving towards where we were. So, either fate had it in for him for being an insufferable deucherocket, or there was a completely unrelated accident that just so happened to be in the same direction and around the same time.

My point is this, people need to not be in such a goddamn hurry to go nowhere. The speed limit is fine! Of course, if all this were to have happened in East LA, the dude wouldn't even have made it two miles down the road!

Where the HELL are the cops when you actually need them around? Oh yeah... budget cuts.

... or kill me.