I was coming home from work before lunchtime today, got behind Pa Kettle in a white 86 Oldsmobile.
Weekend! Going home! Whoo-Hoo!
Mouse Creek Road, curvy, hilly, double yellow for maybe four miles to our house.
You can't pass, forget it. I was just playing with Red. Enjoying it. Fall back, gun it, brakes, shift down, etc. Curves. Hills.
Pa Kettle finally pulled into a driveway sideways. I stopped. I watched. Okay, so go past him. The road is clear.
As soon as I moved by, he pulled back onto the road. He just didn't want me behind him. I wasn't hassling him, I don't think...he just wanted to take his time, I think....and Red was in his mirror.
Did I do bad? Was I an asshole?
Weekend! Going home! Whoo-Hoo!
Mouse Creek Road, curvy, hilly, double yellow for maybe four miles to our house.
You can't pass, forget it. I was just playing with Red. Enjoying it. Fall back, gun it, brakes, shift down, etc. Curves. Hills.
Pa Kettle finally pulled into a driveway sideways. I stopped. I watched. Okay, so go past him. The road is clear.
As soon as I moved by, he pulled back onto the road. He just didn't want me behind him. I wasn't hassling him, I don't think...he just wanted to take his time, I think....and Red was in his mirror.
Did I do bad? Was I an asshole?
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