It’s the 4th of July weekend, barely halfway through, and the roads of America are packed with morons and their victims. Forgive the tear that I’m about to go on, but if it steps on your toes you are either a moron that should have stayed home or a victim who thought it safe to drive the byways of their own home turf. Their turf is awash with morons who don’t care about your life, the life of their children or your children, and as is inevitably the case, don’t care about life insurance “just in case”.
I live in pristine central Colorado, the “Crossroads of the Rockies”. Around here the norm is more for people driving a little too slow to see the views and the wildlife. We have two lane highways for the most part and no lack of curves and hills and other hindrances to viewing oncoming traffic. We have passing lanes but not as many as those from outside the center of the state would like. It’s a place to be patient. It isn’t unusual for an out of state or “front range” driver to try to beat the system by passing where and when they shouldn’t and pushing the limits of both speed and safety. For lack of a friendlier way to put it, they bring their moronic thinking and driving to an environment where it doesn’t work. It’s not unusual at all for someone to ride my bumper and finally get around and crank it up to 80 or more in a 60 mph zone, only to get to the next town and find that by going 60 I have suddenly appeared at the stop sign behind them. The moron put us all in danger for no gain at all.
Should you ask where I’m going with all this, I was run off the road today by a moron from Arizona. Fortunately nothing happened to my dog and I, but it was so typical. I pulled up to the highway near my house where I know exactly how much room I need to get up to 60 before a car or truck, even one going 70 gets to where I pull out. As much as I would like to pull out and slow people down, I don’t. Today though the moron from Arizona had to have been doing 90 and closed the distance so fast and aggressively that I had no chance but to nearly go straight across the road to the tune of his blaring horn and off the other side to avoid dying due to his moronic upbringing. He could have slowed down when he saw me pulling out, the proper thing to do especially when you’re speeding, but he didn’t. He could have kept the horn to himself, the proper thing to do when you’re in the wrong, but he didn’t. He could have driven the speed limit, the proper thing to do, but he didn’t.
He could have bought life insurance, but being a total moron he in all likelihood didn’t. He could have stayed home, but he felt the need to take a breath of fresh air and get out of the big city traffic for a while. Instead he came to the Heart of the Rockies and drove like he was late for work and damn near killed people in the process. Maybe he did further up the road. Moron!!
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