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.
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