A lesson in limits

Speed Limit - a regulation establishing the top speed permitted on a given road

Until yesterday afternoon I was driving on the very lovely donut tire.
I was terrified every second I was in the car.
I was also driving at around 45 miles per hour.
Not only did this annoy ME to no end, it also apparently flipped a lot of other people's "bitch switches" too.

For example...
Yesterday morning, around 11:30, I was driving into town to drop off Elizabeth at school, on the donut tire.
The speed LIMIT on the way into town is 55 mph, against my better judgement I was doing 50 mph.

The fellow driving the HUGE pick up truck (TOWING A TRAILER) behind me was enraged that I dared to drive five miles per hour under the legal speed limit. This was evidenced by his insistence on maintaining no more than a three foot distance between his car and mine and oh yeah, the lovely habit he devloped of FLASHING HIS HEADLIGHTS AT ME.

Nice.
So I slowed down to 45.
Then 40.
I didn't care. The school would still be there if I arrived two minutes past drop-off time AND this fungus for brains needed a lesson in chillanomics.

When the road finally became two lanes in each direction, he swerved around me and raced to the stoplight a few miles ahead. Which is where I met up with him again a few minutes later when he was stopped at the red light.
See where all that assiness and light flashing got him? Right next to me again.
What a weenie!

The speed limit IN town is 45. I went 45.
I STILL had people tailgating and swerving around me like I was a damn 10 mph farm tractor cruising down the blacktop and they had just severed their own limb and were en route to the hospital.
I mean, really, what are you racing off to at 11:47 am?

In short other people suck, I rock.
And get the hell off my bumper.