Scott Andrew LePera has a short anecdote about insane drivers that recalled an experience I had last summer.
My parents and brother and I had decided to take in a Tigers game at Comerica Park in Detroit–more to see the new stadium than out of any desire to see the team, I should point out, all of us being hardcore Blue Jays fans. So I was tooling down one of the relatively uncrowded city highways at 55mph (that’s 88km/h for anyone outside the U.S., or 147840 furlongs/fortnight) in my parents’ minivan when the taillights of the car in front of me came on and it jerked and started spewing smoke. It was only after I swerved, braked, and whatever else I wound up doing that we realized what happened: the guy shifted into reverse in the middle of the road!
Like Scott, I shudder to think what might have happened. If we’d been in heavier traffic or I’d been driving a little closer than I should have been things would have turned out differently.
It’s an experience I’m not eager to repeat.
