During the running of errands this morning, I happened upon an oncoming funeral procession (with police escort). Having no recollection of this sort of encounter before, I slowed to a halt at the side of the four-lane road. An XC90, eagerly desiring to shop or something, came rather close upon me before changing lanes and whizzing by. After the second car passed me, I abandoned my spot and ventured forth once again, figuring that the law, at least, did not compel me to pause and consider.
It still seems that a little pause and removal of the hat is in order, though, when a party of mourners with their deceased happens by. My understanding is that this is the custom in the more chivalrous Deep South.
XC90 saw necessary to pile on, too. After I caught up with him, he drove slowly until I found opportunity to move around him. He sent me on my way with gestures of ambiguous meaning.
