I indeed gave the finger to the bitch who was on my tail all the way to Collinsville regardless of the fact that I was five miles over the speed limit and slowed down in passing zones.
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You should have slowed down to a crawl. I do not care where I am. I will slow down and in some cases stop in the middle of the road if they do not back off.
The one time I did do that out of sheer frustration because even fifteen miles over the limit wouldn’t please him, I happened to have caught myself a real nut-case behind me and wimped out when he nearly plowed into me.
Yeah, be careful of tailgaters. It’s supposedly a sign of aggression, when it’s not just a sign that they’re too busy talking on the phone to realize they’re following so close, in which case they also might plow into you.
I try to get away from them, pull over or let them pass. They’re obviously in more of a hurry than I am.