I got stuck behind the slow guy on the road today. It was a 65 mph zone. Granted, that's up to interpretation. I interpret the 55 mph sign as I can reasonably expect to be able to go 65 without getting a ticket.
This guy was doing 35 mph. We all get behind them and I would have never given him another thought once I got around him, but he was driving a Corvette. I just assume that Corvette drivers interpret speed limits more on my side of the posted numbers.
When I was finally able to make my way around him, I did as I always do in these situations, I looked to see who the jerk was that was putting the wear on my brake pads. There were two old, beer bellied, bald guys in the car. They were actually in my age range, but old is relative and when we're talking speed and Corvettes, a duck is a duck.
That isn't an exception. There are two types of people that drive Corvettes. Hot blond women and men going through their mid-life crisis. I figure the hot, blond women drive the car because they're hot and the car is hot, and that the mid-life crisis men drive the car to live out their unfulfilled fantasy of going really, really fast. There lies why he has gotten a second and third thought from me.
The only other reason the old, beer-bellied, bald man might be driving a Corvette is to attract hot, blond women. The problem is, I saw him. I say the money's spent, he might as well drive fast.
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