When you’re hot you’re hot
A quick one…
Almost smooshed in front of my house. A maroon Mazda3 had followed me for a couple of blocks, less than a paper’s width between our bumpers. As I slowed to make the left turn into our driveway, the Mazda decided he needed to go faster than 30 mph through a densely populated residential area and started to pass me. On the left. As I’m making a left turn. I shockingly slammed on the brakes just as he cam around my blind spot, him swerving onto the opposite-side curbing and accelerating to “get away”. I might mention there are at least five small children who live on this street.