The worst brotherhood of Easter

At some point not too far away I already wrote about them.

Oliver Thansan
Oliver Thansan
31 March 2024 Sunday 05:04
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The worst brotherhood of Easter

At some point not too far away I already wrote about them. I repeat myself as a well-diagnosed OCD because they are neither taken for granted nor intended to improve performance. They are the worst brotherhood of Holy Week, despite being the most numerous. They go barefaced, without fear of being pointed out. They are both men and women, mature and young, always with a fixed frontal gaze and a serious and concentrated rictus...

They are the ones in the middle lane of the motorways and expressways, the ones who are convinced that invoking the 120 km/h is worth it to embed themselves in it, in the center of the universe, disconnecting from the life around them.

It was last Maundy Thursday (in the past, Maundy Thursday) when I decided to experiment. I took the wheel at noon on the AP-7 northbound. Motorways definitely have to be tolled or not, because as we go, bicycles, tricycles, electric scooters or sidecars will be accepted. They would certainly not worsen the fauna of the asphalt which is organized because of those in the middle lane, true psychopaths of the motorways.

The years pass and I am more confused than I was, I see and feel less than I used to see and feel, and I work more easily but with more intelligence. However, I declare myself incapacitated with these hermits on the steering wheel, with these aliens who cling to the steering wheel for hours without making contact with anyone. They remain unmoved by the honks, they don't know how to read the illuminated "drive on the right" signs, nor the admirable unconscious cretins who pass them illegally on the right, the high beams of the offended that warn of their immediate arrival by the rear... Nothing. Cruising speed Advancing no one. Advanced by all. They are the dogs of the hortelano of the highways and we should go against them with all the tables of the law. This is not about running, it is about the first commandment of driving: respect.

They will return today. Return Monday. Many readers are clear about who they are, maybe you yourself because the worst thing about this brotherhood of the middle lane is that you don't even know how to recognize each other. Stand aside, for God's sake!