A driver flashed his pickup truck's headlights while tailing me, clearly conveying his irritation than I was not letting him go faster.
A driver honked at me because I slowed down on the city's narrow surface streets.
The driver of a truck hauling a boat while struggling with the hilly terrain managed to catch up with my vehicle during one of the down-slopes, and maniacally kept tailgating while wildly gesticulating as if to urge me to speed up, till he fell way behind during the climb up.
The driver of a newish Fiat, almost side-swiped the vehicle that I was driving as she nosed out of the lane where the traffic moved slower, and then stuck behind me on the faster lane, causing me to worry about her and forcing me to change lanes so that I would be out of her maniacal path.
A lot of angry and impatient drivers on the road.
And that was not even in California, but right here in Oregon!
Maybe the world was always full of angry and impatient drivers. Or, maybe I notice them more the older I get. Maybe I was also an angry and impatient driver when young. Whatever. This world ain't made for us slowpokes.
But then we slowpokes are able to stand and stare, as the world rushes by.
We know well that we are all headed the same way anyway.
We are in no hurry; as Rumi said:
Inside the Great Mystery that is,
we don't really own anything.
What is this competition we feel then,
before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?