I wish everyone who likes to tarry around semis could see what happens when a big tire hits the front of a car...

Signal before you get past the truck so that everyone knows you’re not trying to be a dick.

They just mean to say don’t take all day to get done utilizing the passing lane, especially when you see another car closing fast.

10/15s!? That’s being generous.

So much this! If I’m in the passing lane & see someone closing fast, I’ll speed up to the nearest gap & get the hell out of the way.

Gotdamn poetry right there.

You shouldn’t slow down before changing lanes. When you move to the next lane, anyone coming up behind you will have to slow down more. If you’re more comfortable doing it that way, just be courteous & at least quickly match the speed of those in the next lane (punch it if you have to (w00t!)).

To add to this, it’s so shitty how one can get a ticket for letting their car coast downhill & pick up speed, even tho that speed (momentum) will save fuel when the car starts to go uphill.

The version you describe sounds like Manhunt. You start out with 1 seeker, & as they tag people, you get more seekers.

They didn’t want to be bothered w/all the emissions equipment, so they pulled out of the states.

I haven’t seen the film, but I can’t help but wonder if there are any black people in it.

To suffocate it. But if you don’t wanna waste any, wank away w/the excess.

Alternate Method: Cover it in Vaseline

Seems like folks forget that all those antique cars in Cuba are still running, because those folks have the brains to make a Russian transmission work w/a French engine & a Spanish rear end.

Maaad noms yo!

It’s trippy how something as big as a fire truck looks like the proverbial pencil in a hallway when in the belly of a C5.

My former supervisor was good at distributing work evenly & prioritizing projects for the department. When they gave him a boss, everyone’s schedule went to shit because the new boss would let the more kiss-ass types get their project(s) moved to the front of the queue. It got to the point where I’d just tell them…

Supercharged

Sacrilege... Burn this guy w/the Italian 1st name & the Russian last name @ the stake. Or just stick him in whatever supercar is most likely to spontaneously combust & let it roll.

This exact thing happened to me today. Some dick in a kompressor’d Benz passed on a blind hill in the wrong lane... If only that freightliner had been a few seconds early...