So you’re driving down the Kellogg freeway, a little over the speed limit and minding your own business, when some Bubba Wallace wannabe crawls up your tailpipe trying to force you to move out of his way.
If you stand your ground and stay in your lane, he gets all road-ragey, flashing his headlights and honking his horn in a fit of juvenile entitlement, because you’re preventing him from going way over the speed limit.
It happens all the time on Kellogg. So do crashes — those that kill or maim, and those that at best just clog up the freeway and grind traffic to a standstill…