Again, dealing with tailgaters, I have my own favorite story of dealing with one.

Back during my first semester of my Junior (11th Grade) year of High School, I’d often go back home taking a street called “Garth Road”. For the most part, this road is a two-lane road with a double yellow line and a speed limit of 35 MPH, but partway down the road (between the intersection I got on it and the intersection I got off of it), there was a school zone where the speed would drop to 25 MPH during specified times (with beacons to help draw attention as to when). Normally when I’d go through there, it’d usually be just before or just after the school zone speed limit no longer applied for the day. Since I accidentally got a speeding ticket for failing to slow down for a school zone (I was tired that morning, okay?) early in the semester, I always make sure to go no faster than the speed limits in active school zone (even to this day). However, I’d usually have someone get right up on my bumper while going through this school zone when it was active.

So one day, I was driving home through this school zone while it was active and a tailgater came right up on my bumper as usual. Now normally, I’ll speed back up to at least the speed limit when I leave the school zone, but that day, I decided I had enough. So once I got out of the school zone, I kept going at most 25 MPH all the way to the intersection I turned off at, which was still a mile down the road at this point with no other intersections to turn off at (other than private driveways) and no way to legally pass. And to rub it in their face that I wasn’t just some old lady in a mini-van, as soon as I got the green arrow to turn left, I floored it and left them in my dust. Now I’m not sure if it taught them a lesson about tailgating, but it certainly made me feel pretty good about myself.