To the drivers who play chicken with me (and win) on the shoulder-less country road where I walk in the evening:
Your ability to drive precisely down the middle of your own lane is admirable, but misplaced.
Out here in cornfield country, double yellow lines are viewed as a mere suggestion, to be ignored in favor of giving wide berth to walkers, joggers, bikers, buggies, and the random stray dog or cow. Or when driving a four-mule team on narrow roads.
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