TonyPSchaefer
02-24-2007, 04:45 PM
I stopped to get gas last night and decided to take the "back roads" home. While driving along, I found myself behind a big ole SUV. Since I can't see around them to predict traffic, I usually fall back a few more feet. As we cruised along, the SUV tapped his brakes. There's a right-hand-turn coming up, so certainly someone up there is signaling and preparing to come to a complete stop before turning (like so many drivers do).
But no, the SUV's brake lights went off. Rather than seeing a car accelerating out of the turn from a dramatic slow-down, I saw a little red Ford Ranger shooting out of the turn and heading into the subdivision like a bat out of Hell. Did that guy even slow down?
Of course not: this is Wayne's subdivision. And he drives a red Ranger. I think I'll follow him if only to say 'hey.' Sure enough, only about a hundred feet after the turn, the lights on the truck go off. Huh? Is there something wrong with his truck? Not at all: he's FASing. But we're approaching a stoplight. He has no choice now.
Scratch that: there's nothing like a rolling stop and onto the cross-road. Around another turn and up the driveway. Shoot, I had punched the EV button and was cruising along but still having difficulty keeping up.
Once in his driveway, we stood and talked for a little while. If not that I had plans with my wife and another couple, I would have stuck around. But there's a lingering raincheck for that. Hopefully on a warmer day.
But no, the SUV's brake lights went off. Rather than seeing a car accelerating out of the turn from a dramatic slow-down, I saw a little red Ford Ranger shooting out of the turn and heading into the subdivision like a bat out of Hell. Did that guy even slow down?
Of course not: this is Wayne's subdivision. And he drives a red Ranger. I think I'll follow him if only to say 'hey.' Sure enough, only about a hundred feet after the turn, the lights on the truck go off. Huh? Is there something wrong with his truck? Not at all: he's FASing. But we're approaching a stoplight. He has no choice now.
Scratch that: there's nothing like a rolling stop and onto the cross-road. Around another turn and up the driveway. Shoot, I had punched the EV button and was cruising along but still having difficulty keeping up.
Once in his driveway, we stood and talked for a little while. If not that I had plans with my wife and another couple, I would have stuck around. But there's a lingering raincheck for that. Hopefully on a warmer day.