My buddy and I recently rode our motorcycles through WV on a route called the Trans West Virginia Trail (there's a nice ride report in here: http://www.ar15.com/forums/t_1_134/1731123_Adventure_bikes__Acquiring_one_Arfcom_Adventure_Bike_thread.html&page=16), which is essentially a 700 mile meandering bunch of back roads, paths and trails. In doing so, we rode through some fairly remote areas and in one of these very rural areas we found ourselves riding down a road that looked recently widened by gas/oil exploration. No traffic at all, until we came up on a Jeep (Liberty mebbe? I don't know my shitty modern Jeep models) with a lift and a roof rack. He wasn't going very fast, and we tucked in behind him on a narrow gravel road that went for many miles. We weren't aggressive or riding his tail, just following like normal traffic.




Instead of speeding up, or moving over to let us by, he slowed down. WAY fucking down. Like 12mph. There were in some areas 15mph posted limits for commercial oil trucks, but they're company signs and this section of road offered decent vision and was easily traversed at 25-30mph, safely.

There were plenty of gravel pull off areas, but he ignored that and kept crawling slowly while we putted behind him. It pained me to see, but he had a red BFL in his lower right of his rear window. I have one on the nose of my bike, btw. After it was clear he wasn't going to move over for us, I gave the bright lights a flash or two in a polite gesture to let him know we were back there and wanted to safely pass.

Response? Moved to the dead center of the lane.

I kind of drifted over to the left looking around him at one point, and he moved over with me almost willful "blocking" pattern as if I were taking the win away from him at Talladega. FFS.

Ok, I'm not a raging ass, I'm not gonna rail past you anyway...but it was super clear this cocknozzle ARFcommer was getting off on it. From the tailgating, lane splitting, and bicycle threads there's one thing I've learned about some people on this site - driving for them is a chance to get even with everyone who had a dad that loved them. This dude wanted to control the situation, to frustrate us, and make his statement in the middle of fucking nowhere.

So, here's the thing. This is not uncommon out on the roads and it was not a thing that ruined my trip or even my day. I got over it very quickly, but it got me thinking about the mindset of someone who does this kind of thing.

When you play this game, mentally for the guy doing it, it can only be one of two things. One, he's completely fucking oblivious and has no clue or concern with holding someone up who may want to drive at a different pace, say like faster than a mobility scooter. In effect, this person is clueless anyone else is on the road or behind them. That's bad, because it means you probably shouldn't be operating heavy vehicles anyway. Two, you get off on being a rolling roadblock and treat anyone behind you as an adversary. That's even worse.

When you confront inconsiderate jackholes about this (and I've seen it in GD before), their answer is a sleight of hand where they make the problem yours. "You shouldn't be in such a hurry" or some other deflection, as if standing in the middle of the isle is acceptable because the world should move around your whim. That's proof that they look at this game as a way to elevate your blood pressure and exert control over a stranger who they can antagonize in a subtle and silly game. I'll turn that back on them, by saying that if it's a matter of not being in a hurry, there exists no reasonable explanation why you don't pull over and let faster traffic through, no matter what their desire is. Maybe it's to go faster, maybe it's so we don't eat dust for 10 miles, maybe it's because we're working for a living and time is money. It matters not, because it's not our problem it's yours for intentionally roadblocking traffic. If you have someplace to be, fucking get there. If not? Pull fucking over.

If you look in the mirror while driving a 1-lane or 2-lane road, and you have a line of cars behind you, you suck. Pull your stupid, obstinate, pokey ass over for 10 seconds and let us by....or drive a reasonable speed that the traffic behind you clearly wants to go. If that speed is too fast? Pull over. If it's hard to pull over, put your hazards on and move as far right as you can and wave people by when it's safe. If you don't even realize this is happening, have your passengers tell you; please stop driving public roads. You're going to get people killed.

Whoever this dude is, he's from Pennsylvania, probably working in north central WV and possibly in the oil business and hopefully finds this thread and rightfully admits he's a poopyhead and ruins parties. In any case, it pained me to see that BFL. All you did was frustrate two nice guys for no good reason, who weren't aggressive or riding fast, just to get your dick hard for a little while. My happiness doesn't rest on going fast on a dirt road, so you only inconvenienced me for a while, but it's clear you have inadequacy problems and if this is how you find joy, I pity you. I pity truckstop hookers with herpes less than you, at least they're providing some service to the world.