I can’t tell you how many idiots have blasted by me to cut me off then only get stuck behind someone further up the road from me who was going slower than I was.
This is NH. Home of hills and windy roads with one lane in each direction and virtually no shoulder. Where they think they are going is beyond me, but opportunities to pass are not always plentiful and even if you do, there are no guar about someone down the road.
I feel ya.
The only reason I know where the rare straight (cop-less)stretches of mountain road are out here is because I like to crack into the Harley once in a while.
;)