Offender: White Plymouth Town & Country

Ah, the final exit until I get home. Nice, treacherous maze of entrances and exits and such. But people know the drill--wait here, go there, let that guy in. Everything flows nicely and non-dangerously. It was a little wet this eve, too. Just a little. So grandpa is cruising along between 15 and 25 miles per hour on the access road--I don't mean I couldn't quite tell, it's just that the speed varied. Over and over again. I saw him nearly cause two wrecks just with the speed variations. I passed him just as he came to a full stop, right before he crept over to get on entrance ramp.

Test them. Every year. Make sure they can see far enough ahead that they don't stop traffic making out the signs that, by their estimation, were lettered with puffs of cotton. Ridiculous. If he'd been drunk, he'd have had a hefty fine. But he gets a pass because he's incredibly old?