Blue Moon Atelier Journal

Tailgating. Just don't do it. It's not going to get you anywhere any faster. If you're behind me, you're libel to be even longer getting to your destination. Why? Because, I'll slow down. That's right - slow down. When I glance into the rear-view mirror and some pillock is riding my bumper in an attempt to get me to go faster, I'll more than likely just maintain my speed, but sometimes, just to piss said pillock off, I'll slow down (besides, if a child runs out in front of my car and I need to slam on breaks, going slower means less damage you can do to my car [and me] when you plow into the back of me because you were following too closely). I cruise along between the speed limit and 3 to 5 miles over the speed limit, and if I happen to be a few clicks over the speed limit, a tailgater will remind me that I'm going a tad to fast, and I'll drop back to the speed limit. And then laugh at the funny faces made when the tailgating pillock realizes I'm going even slower! I'm not going to tell you what kind of car I drive, because then you'll never know when it's me you're behind - so, you're better off not tailgating at all. If you're running behind, and it's not your fault, the people at your destination will most likely be understanding. If you're running behind because you couldn't bother your arse to set off in a timely manner, then ptbptbptbptbptbptbptbptb!