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I tend to slow, and invite them to pass.
A few decades ago, I had used a brief flick of my four-way flashers to alert a tailgater to my wish he back off. After he finally went by in his old pick-up with the cobbled together wooden body, he pulled in front of me and hit his brakes hard enough to momentarily lock his rear wheels! He and his buddies had a good laugh.
We took his plate number and pulled into the local RCMP station as we went by.
I could see them discussing my turn into the Police station, but it came to nothing. It was the weekend and no one was around. I let it drop.
From time to time, I see the programmable license plate frames and am tempted with thoughts of messages such as: "Back Off A**hole"
Best
Les
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Best
Les
My train of thought has been replaced by a bumper car.
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