I only do this whenever someone is driving hyper aggressively behind me. Only because I feel like I'm reducing their risk of killing someone on the road. It's hilarious to see them rage from my rearview mirror.
I do something similar on my bike. If I see that there's not enough clearance on the other lane, and that the car behind me might want to squeeze past me 10cm away from me, I will boldly occupy more space to precent them from passing at without running over me.
A cyclist just got killed this week by one of those aggressive drivers in my country. It wasn't an accident, they ran over him on purpose. Stay safe on the road, there are actually insane people out there.
How do you figure? I do the same shit and take no responsibility for the stupid way the people around me will react.
I don’t force them to illegally pass me in the shoulder… I don’t slam the gas pedal on their car and jerk their wheel into oncoming traffic in a fit of rage… They do that stuff in reaction to my very benign driving. The need for other people to drive like shitheads is not my fault.
When some asshole with a deathwish tailgates me as I am driving past a row of trucks in the slow lane I deliberately stay in the fast lane, driving the speed limit lane until I'm past every truck in sight while the idiot behind me goes
Impact force and likelihood of fatality increase nonlinearly with speed. Impact force of a car at 80 mph is almost double that of a car at 60 mph. Even differences of 5 mph have shown noticeable differentials in crash test injuries. There's only so much crumple zones can do to absorb force before it's absorbed by your face and brain smashing against your skull. Not to mention pedestrians and bikers who don't have the luxury of two tons of protective metal encasing them.
So yeah idfc about the flow of traffic, nor carbrains risking the lives of everyone around them to get to Walmart 3 minutes sooner.
I don't really drive anymore but it was always funny observing aggressive drivers weaving around, alternatingly slamming on their gas and brakes, only to meet them at every single stop light until we parted ways. Adding risk and stress, yet arriving at exactly the same time as everyone else.