This is something that wasn't working out, but ended up amusing me.
Yesterday while driving the 50 moutainous miles from the coast to PDX,
I was behind a BMW sportscar whose driver was driving me and a hundred other following drivers crazy.
When the road was 1-lane each way, he slowed down to 35 mph, and when
there was a special passing lane he would and drive in the "passing lane"
When I or someone else would try to pass on the right, he would speed up just enough.
When the road was reasonably straight and I should have been able to pass, he would speed up to 60+.
By the time we got out of the mountains and to a double-lane road, I was almost a good case of road rage.
Then I passed him, and saw that he was a fairly young American Indian.
My reaction was... "You got me this time"
I don't know about other areas of the country, but here in Oregon,
driving that way is a form of public protest by some Native Americans.
Usually it happens on Reservation land, and you can get trapped behind
a carload of kids, doing only 5-10 mph for endless miles.
But it can happen anywhere, as it did to me yesterday.
The first time it happened to me, I did get upset.
Later someone told me what was going on, and since then I've sat back
and enjoyed the scenery and had the satisfaction of NOT getting all riled up.
After all, finally getting the message of someone else's protest is half the fun.