They all have just one

 

I try to avoid driving East in the morning, although I sometimes can’t help it.  There is a visor that flips down to block out the Sun, there is a thick post, which holds the windshield in place and is also filled with airbags, ready to explode.  In the center of it all, hangs a rearview mirror.  This leaves very little actual viewing space in which to see the road ahead, with all of its potential shenanigans.

But obstructed vision isn’t what I want to talk about today, it’s what’s in your rearview mirror.  Of course, automakers have filled our cars with computers, cameras, sensors and flashing lights to warn us of all the things that may not be reflected in your mirror.  But this hazard is one you can see.  It’s your friendly tailgater.

They are in a hurry, they believe you are going too slow and so they stay only inches from your bumper.  This elevates your stress level while reducing your possible reaction time.  They’re like little barnacles that have attached themselves to your Stingray or Barracuda.  Okay, ignore that part, I was just having fun with car names.

Anyway, the Blog lawyers tell me that I can’t offer up suggestions as what to do, all I’m allowed to suggest is to do your best to ignore them and believe that their stupidity and karma will send them hurtling over a cliff, landing in a fiery explosion, which burns off one eyebrow, making them recognizable as a tailgater.