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Originally Posted by 99metro
I usually take the Chevy Metro on my 65 mile drive to work. Quiet backroad pavement. Sure I drive 45-50 or so in the 65. No one around at 4:30 in the morning. A trucker passes every once in a while. A herd of deer to look out for occasionally. Sip my coffee listen to the radio drive my drive. Don't bother nobody.
Drove the Cummins flatbed with my fairly new CB this morning. Gotta get grain and stuff for the horses 52 mph. same road, same time. Trucks coming from behind - a couple/3. Conversation more or less...(I just listen, not talking) "Doesn't he know this is a 65?!" "He's only doing 50!" "Well at least it's not that Geo. He does 45-50 down this stretch." "He's not doing much better." "Probably going for his morning stroll." "Working on his gas mileage probably." I'm still just going 52 mph along the fog line. Two mile stretch of road - you think any of them would pass? Nope. "I hope he doesn't turn on County Road 55." "Great now you jinxed us!". A couple minutes later I signal to turn on County Road 55. "BAAAAWWWWWWWW!". County Road 55 is a 55 mph speed zone. Yup, me still 52 mph. Not a word from the truckers. Not a word.
You know, I think there are some closet hypermilers in that bunch.
Had to share. Later.
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That's a great little story. I love the silence after the jinx turns real. I bet you are right and there are some closet hypermilers among 'em.