So I'm driving the Turbobrick up I75/I71 through Northern Kentucky towards Cincinnati this evening, as usual, I'm in the far left lane. I say as usual because I'm usually moving a little more swiftly then others. I'm going about 70, couldn't go any more due to a line of traffic in front of me, which was slowly passing the traffic in the next lane over, which also was full of cars. Couldn't go around anyone without executing some dangerous passes and cutting people off. If the lane was free and clear, I would have been going faster and as soon as possible, moved over. Not only is it courteous (if someone wants to go faster than me, hey, have at it!), but I've always felt if you are driving in the fast lane all alone you stick out like a sore thumb for revenue enhancing peace officers.
As I'm driving along...some D-Bag in a mustang cobra convertible starts flashing his lights behind me about a 1/4 mile away, all the way up till the point he gets on my rear bumper.
Not really sure what idiots like this are thinking, I mean surely he has to see that there are about 5 cars in front me and that even if I wanted to move over, I couldn't since there were cars all around me. Surely he could see that as painful as it was, the line of traffic I was in was making progress in overtaking the cars in the next lane over?
Even when someone is clearly blocking the fast lane and they could easily move over, I don't even bother anymore with the whole light flashing thing. I did when I was younger but all it did was confuse people and/or piss them off. I know it pissed me off mainly because I never let myself get into the position where I'm holding someone back. I will gladly mover over for you, in fact, because I'm always scanning my rear view mirror, I will see you coming so you won't have to flash your lights. But traffic is traffic, no matter how fast we want to go we all get stuck in it sometimes. That light flashing kind of thing might make sense on the Autobahn I suppose, but I don't see the point when the person you are flashing your lights at has really nowhere to go.
After figuring out that his high beams weren't magic, I watched the moron drop back, swerve over three lanes, and then come up upon some other cars and repeat the whole routine, but this time he went ahead and cut everyone off around him, all to get a couple cars ahead of me. So after all of the theatrics and dangerous maneuvers, he ended up about 50 feet in front of me, stuck in the same line of cars I was stuck in to begin with.
Good job mustang dude!