At 10:44 AM 1/10/2011, Steven Johnson wrote:
>The other profiling is when a will be passing a driver along a freeway and
>when they notice I'm passing, they speed up.

I think that's completely unconscious and makes no difference what
you're driving.  I've seen it happen over and over for decades,
driving many different vehicles.  It may be a particular type of
driver that does it, but I don't think they're aware of it.

I have met I think one individual who simply didn't want me to pass
him, for reasons that must have seemed good to him at the
time.  Since we were slithering around on Pennsylvania 81 at midnight
in a snowstorm, he in an MGB and I in a Fiat 128 he was easily able
to accomplish this.  Made little difference - after a while he
couldn't go any more because nobody in front of him could go any
more, and we spent the next fifteen hours there buried in snow to our
necks; or more specifically up to the beltline of the Fiat.  Around
noon the State of PA came around in snow machines handing out quarts
of milk, and took out a baby that needed help; and way way way down
the hill behind us they were digging cars out with a Pay-Loader.  But
the not yet famous fantasy novelist Robin McKinley and her former not
yet husband and I dug that light little car out and turned it around
and mushed it down the hill down a set of 4x4 tracks.  Took us a
couple-three hours I think, but I bet it would have taken twelve
hours for the official crew to reach us.  Then we drove quick as a
bunny to my aunt in Washington (Twp?) NJ, and Robin practically flew
to the head.  Twenty-year-old girls have both remarkable strength and
odd sense of priorities, sometimes...it was three or four in the
afternoon and we'd left Dickinson College in Carlisle PA at something
like eight the night before.  She'd started mentioning it around
breakfast time.  '71, this would have been.

Yours,
David