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So there I was. Driving on the 101. You know how it is those early week day mornings.. Fast for a while, then slow FOR FUCKING EVER. Well I had just come from one of those nice spurts of quick moving traffic, when as usual, there was a large mass of slow moving cars. Me being the last car to come up to this group ahead of a group about a half mile behind me, I turn on my hazards as a safety precaution. Apparently that wasn't enough.
So, typically, I don't spend a whole ton of time glued to my rear-view mirror, but for times like this, when I'm the buffer zone for everything else, I tend to glue my eyes to it, and am I forever grateful that I did. I see behind me a large fast moving SUV. I pay it no mind as i flick my hazards on. I looked back up and I swear, this guy is booking along at roughly the speed of light. They apparently aren't paying attention. Fuck! I'm gonna be the cushion! Quick thinking person I am, I watch.. and watch.. and watch.. still nothing.. this person has yet to slow from warp speed. At the last possible second, when I'm positive this d-bag is gonna hit, they see me, as i break left into the thankfully vacant carpool lane, and this motherfucker is all over the place! They break right as i broke left, over-corrected and shot in front of me into the carpool lane. Thankfully nobody got hurt, but it could have been sooo much worse.
I nearly shat myself in the carpool lane. I have never been so scared in my entire life. I shook from the point, until I reached SF 45 minutes later. That motherfucker just about took me out, just because they couldn't be bothered to keep their eyes on the road.

Remember kids, keep your eyes on your mirrors and on the road. Put that cell phone down, the text/e-mail/IM you're writing can wait until you hit traffic, or preferably when you reach your destination. Your friends will understand, I promise.
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