During this morning’s commute, I had the privilege of following a little third-generation Cavalier for a quarter-mile before making my daily debut on the interstate. Now, my interstate access route involves a little road down a hill, and at the bottom of the hill, a slight curve takes you onto the entrance ramp. When I say slight curve, I mean slight curve. If you were going the speed limit down a normal road and encountered a curve like this, you wouldn’t slow down.
Neither would Cavalier, under those circumstances, judging by his method of driving up to that point (and thereafter). If he weren’t a lunatic, that is. Instead, he gives us our first example of one of The 13 Lunacies in action:
Slowing down when it’s time to speed up.
I mean, come on. The folks at the end of this ramp are going to be buzzing along twice as fast as you’re going now. You should be going from 40 to 60, not from 40 to 30.
Poor guy, he was all confused at that point. He didn’t even merge into traffic until the very end of the ramp, and cut somebody off in the process. Slamming on of brakes and all that. Think how bad it would’ve been if he’d been going faster…
