So I was taking off with Grasshopper to go meet his new cello teacher (really nice guy), and we get to the corner and there is an accident.

One of the local spoiled teenagers took the corner too fast (as they do) ran off the road, sheared off a fire hydrant, and into a telephone pole.  His little red convertible sports car was a mess.  No one appeared to be hurt, but there was a crowd of hysterical teen-aged girls standing around doing the teenaged drama girl vogue.  So I assumed that he must be little Mr. Sports Hero.

The lady in front of me was stopped and rubber-necking for what seemed an eternity.  Finally, she eased out into the intersection, and I followed her.

Then, she slowed down and weaved toward the shoulder.  The break lights came on and she slowed even more.  In the middle of the intersection.

I thought, “Oh no, you are NOT going to sit there and do more rubber-necking with me hanging here in the oncoming traffic lane.”

So I steered around her, only to find her wandering back towards me, and accelerating.  I had a choice.  I could slam on the breaks and pull back behind her, or I could accelerate, weave temporarily into the oncoming lane (which was empty) and get past her.  I chose the latter.

I was past her by the time she noticed me.

Whereupon she laid on her horn, and laid on the gas and spent the next mile within a foot-and-a-half of my bumper, leaning out the driver’s side window, waving her hands, and yelling.

Psycho much?

No mystery where these little rich bastards learn their driving habits, is there?

I might add that less than a month ago, we had a three-car accident on this same stretch of road that involved two cars leaveing the road due to all three most likely speeding by way too much, one car passing the other, and a near-miss of a head-on collision.  The whole road was closed down for about 45 minutes while they cleared the cars.

This is the same stretch of road where I narrowly missed a head-on collision with a woman who was passing another car in a no-passing zone (fortunatly, I was able to break in time, and did not lose control of my car.)

About a mile from there is the intersection where I was rear-ended while stopped at a stop-light.  The woman who ran into me claimed that I "came out of nowhere".  Apparently, so did the three cars in front of me.

Sheesh.  I think the whole town needs a refresher course.  I like Eden Prairie a lot more when I don't have to drive (why does a 90-lb bleach-blond-fake-tan-Tammy-Fae-make-up trophy-wife need a Hummer?  And how come they're so angry all the time? And do they think the Jesus fish and "W" stickers will ward off car accidents?)