I cannot stand slow drivers who don’t move over to the right lanes. Thankfully, in L.A. we have lots of lanes so it’s not always so bad; however, when you have people behind you and they, one-by-one, start passing you on the right, isn’t that a hint?

Lately, I’ve been flooring it past these left-lane abusers and quickly (and safely!) cut in front of them. I’m sure it makes no difference, but it makes me feel better. I’m seriously considering getting some ‘Road Rage‘ signs, like ‘GET OUT OF THE FAST LANE, MORON!’ but I’m also fearful for my safety. That would inevitably lead to some sort of profiling, as I wouldn’t want to bully a senior citizen or a gangsta.

Anyway, LZ Granderson has a great commentary of which this is a part of:

I would much rather have someone pull up beside me, roll down their window and flip me the bird as they go driving by than be trapped behind this vehicular anarchist.