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I sometimes feel a sense of dread.

I sometimes feel a serious sense of dread.

I sometimes worry about the people I have to share the roads with…

Why do I spend far too much of my life following wankers who drive at 35-40mph on a perfectly straight and clear 60 road, only to pass the 30 speed limit sign and see them disappear into the distance still doing 35-40mph when I decide to obey the speed limit?

I can imagine what these pricks would say to the police when pulled in for speeding:

“Well I don’t drive fast”

The same people who when I’m going 30mph in a 30mph speed limit sit 6′ from my rear bumper, only to be left behind when I accelerate up to 60mph when we pass the national speed limit sign?

Rant over.

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