Choosing to follow

I'm almost certain the Rolling Steel Tent isn't a sports car, even though the Corvette is a distant member of the Chevrolet family. My van is top-heavy and doesn't like to change directions suddenly. It's a huge believer in the laws of inertia, particularly the part about staying in motion in a straight line.

When I drive twisty roads, like AZ89 between Prescott and Congress, I take it nice and easy. That usually means holding up drivers of more nimble vehicles, who swear and shake their fists at me. So I'd much rather be the one stuck behind an even slower moving vehicle. Like a dump truck. Or an octogenarian in a Camry. Then all the blame is off me. I can relax. And curse them instead.