Literally 10 seconds into my commute had a Tahoe almost put me into a wall.

10 seconds.

Happy fuckin’ Tuesday. It’s the new Monday (and yesterday sucked already).

Some context:

The start to my commute is an on-ramp. I cross a street to get on the highway. The on-ramp is actually two on-ramps coming together and maintaining the two lanes until they combine with the highway. As such, you often end up side by side with someone in the opposite lane from you as you head along for about a mile before joining general traffic out of the city. In this case, a Tahoe was right on the ass of an M2 (ironic?) and got sick of being on said ass...swerving into me as our two lanes were coming together. Thankfully, I was able to swerve and brake hard (yay swapping to winter rubber this past weekend!) while leaning on the horn so say “hey fucktard, I’m right here!”

Not sure how I didn’t end up as a bright red sandwich between a rock and a hard place.

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Dude proceeded to get behind me and highbeam until I giddy-upped on out. So, yeah...be aware of your surroundings and don’t just change lanes willy-nilly. Check your mirrors, at least, and be aware of the little blind spot indicator if you have it (he did).