Got tailgated by a Genesis on the way home from family's today going 55 down a highway that is 55, but on which people regularly get away with going 75. Eventually an F150 squeezed in between us and if you can believe it (and you should because luxury car drivers often outdo full-size truck owners in driver cuntiness) actually gave me a little more space than the Genesis. But regardless, they were both following like...less than 20 feet off my ass? I mean that wouldn't be safe in 70-degree weather with no salt or moisture on the road.

I am not a perfect driver. But I do know that practically everyone else on the road is a worse driver than me. Staring at their cell phones. Close follow distances. Short stopping distances. Stupid fuzzy fucking things strapped over their wheels to guarantee the worst possible grip in an emergency situation. Not signaling and cutting off, of course. Just all of it. And the same solipsistic elements in a person's personality that lead them to behave that way under desirable road conditions gives them the self-confidence to go out there and drive in 7 degree weather with thick clumps of packed-down snow and invisible ice on the salt-slicked roads with the precisely-same behavior as they would on any other day.

Fuck 'em.