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Highway Chicken

Published August 6, 2010 - 0 Comments

So I’m driving into work tonight… it’s a beautiful evening… all the windows are rolled down…  I’ve got one elbow propped up in the open window… the other hand on the wheel… listening to Hinder’s Better Than Me as loud as the speakers will go without distortion… I’m lost in thought… but calm… relaxed…   it’s a long stretch of highway…  the only thing I can see are two cars approaching in the distance…

Then one decides to pass the other.  It’s ok.  It’s a legal passing zone… plenty of visibility… plenty of distance between us…

But the second car doesn’t appear to be actually passing the first.  At least not very quickly.

It’s an interesting sight.  There are two cars essentially parallel with each other, moving at highway speeds… one is directly in front of me, and the distance is closing rapidly.  Surely he’s going to move, right?  He’d better, because I wasn’t.

That’s the odd thing about this entire scenario… I didn’t flinch… my hands didn’t move from where they had been on the wheel… I was still leaning against the open window… still listening to Better Than Me…   I was curious about what the other driver was doing, but I wasn’t overly worried.  Even when I saw the second car start to pull off the shoulder to allow the passing car room to get back into the proper lane… I simply looked straight ahead at the oncoming car and figured that he would get back into his own lane if he didn’t want us to collide…

I was right.  At what should have been an uncomfortably close distance he swerved back into his lane.  I could see him quite clearly.  Asshole.