Roadguy doesn’t like to whine too much about driving — he prefers to think of himself as lucky, considering that most people in the world don’t even have cars. But when Morons do things that might shorten Roadguy’s lifespan, some venting is in order.

I was returning from a visit to the North Shore, and part of I-35 was configured in that exciting two-lanes-only format, with the little posts down the middle bravely keeping the oncoming traffic in place. The problem was the car behind me; as you can perhaps see in the CrapCam photo, it was often only a car length or less away from my bumper — at 60 mph. There were moments when I could barely see the headlights in my mirror because the Moron was so close.

Having recently survived a Moron-caused collision (more on that later), I was not in the mood for any tailgating, but there was a vehicle in front of me and nowhere to move over. Making things even more fun was the erratic nature of this Moron — zooming up, backing off and otherwise driving like an inattentive toddler.

But I think something shiny may have caught the Moron’s attention: My camera. The Moron got close enough that he had to have seen me wielding it in my hope of getting a decent photo. (I was focused on driving, not on focusing.) After I took a few pictures, the Moron hung back at least a few car lengths, then exited the freeway at the end of the construction zone. I don’t know that I’d recommend pointing a camera directly at a Moron, however — even in the middle of nowhere, you never know what kind of other shots might take place. (Roadguy’s colleague Fixit offers these actual tips for dealing with aggressive drivers.)

OK, I feel better now. If you’ve got a tailgating story to vent, Roadguy’s got the space.

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