The Last Minute Merge

Yesterday I was sort of racing a Mustang on the freeway in my Dodge Ram 2500 and I realized that a lot of funny and exciting things happen to me while I am driving. That is why I have decided to change the theme of my blog.

This morning I was driving to school and I was headed for the freeway. Where I get on the freeway there are two left hand turning lanes from a larger street onto a smaller street and then the east and west bound freeway on ramps are on the right. The west bound ramp is first and then the east bound ramp is farther down. For some reason people that are going to get on the west bound ramp always use the inside turn lane and then they have to merge through all of these other people to get to the ramp. There are always fewer people in the inside turn lane, but why do people have to be retarded and almost kill me just to save a few seconds. This morning I was in the lane closest to the on ramps and I was a little bit behind another car in the other lane. There wasn't enough room for a car to change lanes between us. Another car started to come up close to the car in the other lane. I could see what he was going to do. As a side note, I have a pet peeve about this. If you are going to come over into my lane and there isn't enough room you better signal or you're not coming over. I will close the gap if I think that someone is going to try and sneak in. On the other hand if you just signal I will make all of the room that I can for you to get over. So, I thought that I had closed the gap sufficiently so that he wouldn't even try to get over. I was wrong. He came anyway. I had to go onto the shoulder and he just kept going across the shoulder onto the onramp that we had already passed. I laid on the horn for a while but the guy was gone so fast that I think all that I accomplished was to make the driver of the van in front of me think that I was dissatisfied with her driving in some way.