It seems these Skerryites love to pass me and then make a sudden cut into the right lane in order to exit on their way to their favorite latte house/head shop/Volvo dealership.
I never, ever let them into the right lane. I have no Bush stickers on my truck (an evil Dodge pickup), only a KofC logo. I just play the country bumpkin when I get the expected middle finger salute.
each called to his own specific role, i 'spose