Broken Highway Line

To make the 50 mile commute 
to my teaching job in Newark
more bearable I warm the car
in winter, bring my coffee and
change my CD's every 3 days 
since my radio does not work.

I leave 2 hours before starting time
to always get to the High School
on time,and getting there early
allows me to review my lesson,
to correct student work, you know,
to be a friggin professional.

I drive from West Milford, and it 
is twenty miles of a single lane,
which means if you have a slow 
driver in front of you,  you only 
have three opportunites to legally
pass them on the road.

On this morning,  there is a Monster
Pick-up truck in front of me slowed up
by a slow driver.   We get to the passing
area and the truck is content driving below
the speed limit.

In the winter early morning darkness,
I blink my head lights,  put on my blinker,
and pass the Pick-Up and Slow Car to
get to work in a timely manner.

Ten seconds later the Pick Up Truck does
the same, but now he is riding my ass -
with those ridiculous punishing
l.e.d. head lights as bright
as a nuclear bomb explosion
BLASTING in my rear
and side mirrors that I 
adjust downward.

I try to give the benefit of doubt usually,
I am enjoying my commute,  listening
to my Led Zepplin CD and 3 miles down
the road get the opportunity to pass the
person in front of me driving in a retired
slow paced style, but some of us
are still in the "work-force."

Next thing I know,  the Pick Up Truck zooms
next to me in the passing lane and stays even
between retired driver and my Ford Focus
for approximately 300 feet, to prevent 
me from passing.

Wow....I laugh.  Now there is an angry 
man -  probably a
Trump voter.   

He is the Howard Beale Television
New Achor in the movie "Network"
who goes insane slowly due to 
reporting terrible news every night and
begins yelling,  "I am as mad as
hell and I am not going to take it anymore."

Yup,  the Monter Truck driver is mad
at me for passing him in a safe
and legal manner, BUT because his
vehicle is bigger than mine,  and has those
stupid-heavy-shiny testicles hanging from
his rear hitch hu must be thinking -
HOW DARE ANYONE SHOW
UP THE MAN WITH
THE BIG DOG TRUCK!

Well, at least the truck is driving faster
than the speed limit and his Friday Night
Football Light headbeams are no longer
blasting the inside of my car.

If only his penis were bigger,  
he could be less defensive about 
people passing his
middle age crisis-ed
vehicle purchase.

I take pleasure in how I have chosen 
to not engage in road rage revenge
AND  I take pleasure in the this
person's anger and commitment to
not letting him pass
his sensitive
ego.  

I am sure his blood pressure
will take him down in the next 
three years,  but unfortunately,
the good often die young,  and the
rats seem to live forever.