Slow Down, Lady

Twice this week, I've been tailgated pretty ruthlessly. I usually drive about 5 miles over the speed limit, but in a college town it's not that weird to have someone attach themselves to your bumper on a regular basis.

But these two drivers (non-related, though both in Cadillacish vehicles) were OLD. Like that woman with the big hairdo from Ferris Bueller old. They should have been creeping along at 7 MPH in a 45 with everyone cursing them silently from behind, but oh no. Not these two. On my butt the whole way, screeching to a halt behind me at stop signs.

Which was kind of cool, and sort of scary. Is this what we face as a Viagra-induced nation?