So, today I was driving down to the Saint Cloud Airport. After turning off HWY-10, I found myself behind a semi going 35 in a 40 zone. I naturally want to maximize the amount of time doing something useful for the day, so I'm looking to pass this guy. About half a mile down the road the no passing zone ends, but the road in from of me is slightly incline so I wait until I can get a better view down the road, and then I go to pass the semi. I know from prior trips that the road soon becomes 55 so I'm not too concerned about going about that fast to pass him. Right as I'm almost past him, he honks his horn. So, having obeyed the law of the road, I'm dumbfounded. Was this guy one of those 5-mph-below-the-limit-in-the-left-lane-vigilates or what? Knowing I was in the right, I brush it off.
But those things stick with you, or at least that's how it is with me. I keep reevaluating the situation looking for some fault I performed. And if I don't reevaluate it, it feels like I'm automatically place some guilt on myself. Am I unique here in processing events like this?

posted by Brett @ Friday, February 17, 2006