Me brother Phil and I had a road trip day yesterday. Six hundred plus miles through Michigan, Ohio, and Indiana, delivering drain snakes and parts orders. You can imagine that we saw quote a few cars and trucks. Drivers, I tell ya, some of them are bad, perhaps even in ways you don't consider.
Several times we saw vehicles just barely creeping by others. I remarked that it irritated me when some crawled by like that. Phil responded, "Uncle John (the one we sometimes call Zeke) used to say that he hated slow passers more than tailgaters. If either of you had to swerve you were bound to hit the other guy."
That hadn't occurred to me before. But it makes sense.
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