While I am home safely from a 724 mile trip to a wedding south of
Roanoke, Virginia, I remained amazed at the terrible driving habits of
people from Virginia and Connecticut.
We drove the RS6 down on Thursday with Biblical rain storms all the
way. Cow pissin' on a flat rock? Try the entire herd! Traffic was
light, so things went fairly well. But, coming home on
It was impossible to move most Virginia drivers from the fast lane. A
hand-held nuclear device would not have helped. One woman in a Saturn
insisted on staying in the fast lane while driving 62 mph. She had
traffic backed up for 200 yards in both lanes. I finally managed to
pass her (after about ten other cars/semis did) on the right side.
I'm sure she felt that she was not breaking any laws, but by not
staying to the right, she was.
She wasn't the only one. It was like a swarm of left lane bandits
came out of the Virginia hills and took up station in the left lane
driving below the speed limit. When a trailer truck passes you going
up hill, you have *got*
to see the error of your ways. But no, not
those Virginia drivers. Lane discipline means nothing to them. And
where the hell are the cops? These drivers are holding up traffic.
The worst place you want to be while driving is in a large pod of
moving cars/trucks. Get the hell out of the way and let the traffic
find its rhythm. The left lane hogs are far more dangerous by holding
up traffic than someone speeding 10 or 15 mpy over the speed limit.
And Connecticut! Same thing, only bigger yuppie style cars, and you
have to contend with left lane exits. Who is the brilliant traffic
engineer to dreamed that one up?
Anyway, rant mode off. Flame suit on.