I was driving 75 mph down a two-lane highway in Texas one
time. Just to be clear, that's one lane
each direction. Also to be clear, I was
going five miles over the speed limit.
Some moron comes flying up on my butt, so close I could read his VIN
number in my side mirror. There was a
steady stream of traffic coming the other way, so there was no way he was
passing me. Normally, I would have been
a nice guy and pulled over onto the shoulder to let him by, but this stretch of
highway didn't have a shoulder. So, for
a few miles, he did the bob and weave back and forth behind me, trying to find
his moment. Finally, he got fed up and
just passed me on the right. That's
right...in the grass on the side of the highway. I saw a smiling teenager and his stupid,
smiling friends passing me at over 80 mph in an Oldsmobile in the grass.
Only in Texas!
