Go Around.

I’ve always favored a happy medium in thrill-seeking: enough but not too much. I haven’t been a happy habituèe of the slow lane since I got rid of my VW Beetle Gregor in 1983, but I’m adapting.  Too much thrill: a 6′ x 6′ sheet of metal detached from the junk-hauling pickup ahead of us on 880. Thanks to his slow tempo and evasive steering, tragedy was averted. Too little thrill: JG has a bumper sticker on the rig that says “I’m Retired. Go Around” and everyone takes him up on it. On 101 we were passed, embarrassingly for me, by a sprightly little clown car, the Daimler Smart car. What’s next, I wonder, will that Ride-on lawn mower overtake us?  JG  uses every available pullout and also some wide spots to let traffic by.  And we haven’t gotten stuck yet.