This letter is aimed at the young female pizza delivery driver that I severely reamed out last Thursday afternoon for following me too close on my motorcycle.
I apologize for being so rude and dropping so many f-bombs, but I tend to get a little hot under the collar when people endanger my life for no reason.
You followed me up Warren Avenue and were no farther than six feet from my back wheel. If I had to make an emergency stop, you would not have had time to even take your foot off the accelerator before smashing into my rear end, sending me flying through the air with the greatest of ease, probably causing me grievous injury or even death. Are you prepared to live with something like that for the rest of your life?
I know a person, through no fault of their own, accidentally struck and killed a child with their vehicle about twenty years ago and he is still an emotional wreck. You, and all others who tailgate, need to back off. Getting to your destination in record time simply isn’t worth it.