Having been struck from behind by a driver who clearly wasn't paying attention, I can tell you that following too closely due to lack of attention WILL cost you, someday.
Where I can, I move out of the way. I'd rather have the inattentive speed-demon in front of me where I can see him, than in the back seat with the kids. Better he's gone over the horizon in front; if he stays stuck behind me long enough, he's gonna do something really stupid and get himself - and others, perhaps - hurt or killed.
Greatest satisfaction in life comes from being tailgated on an empty, four lane road, because the guy doesn't want to change lanes to pass. I move out of his way, and off he goes like a bat outta hell, easily at 110mph. (This was on I-97 near Annapolis, max speed 65mph.) A few minutes and miles down the road, who do I spy on the side of the road? The tailgater in his BMW, having, I'm sure, a lovely tęte-ŕ-tęte with a representative of the Maryland State Police.
I'll admit it.
I laughed like hell.
I still do.
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