Last night I was on my way home from school…talking to my dad on the cell. Bad I know, but I needed to vent about school and such. Any how I was along a stretch of road that was quite frequently patrolled when I first moved here and now I haven’t seen a cop on it in years. It’s one of those roads that if you got the speed limit (35) you feel like you are going slow. And I was probably going 40 or there abouts.

Any how there are a couple of lights right next to each other and they turned orange right as I reached them. I thought about stopping but zipped through the first and as I was going through the second I saw a crazy Chevy Suburban that was burning gas like a mofo and eating up ground quickly. 2nd light turned orange and I zipped through it again. Looked in my rearview mirror and Suburban was gone. I thought he must have turned off and gone some place else.

Nope. He zipped passed me and swerved back into my lane. By this time we are nearing another stoplight. And this time the car in front of Mr. Suburban decides to stop. Guess what? Mr. Suburban has to slam on the brakes and lay some rubber down and swerve off of the road and almost into a building. By this point my mouth is half way to my lap. I look around Mr. Suburban and the car that rightfully stopped at the light has pulled out into the middle of the intersection…because he probably saw Mr. Suburban coming like a bat out of hell in his rearview mirror.

Mr. Suburban didn’t slow down however. I followed him for another 3 or 4 blocks and each time it was pedal to the metal on take offs and swerving a few times here and there. You would think one would learn their lesson.

I’m surprised I haven’t seen something like this before, but I haven’t. I suspect that it’s only going to get worse. I’m sure if it would have been Raul he would have jumped out of the car and given him a piece of his mind! I thought about it, but that’s not my style.