IIRC, they postulated that people have a tendency to speed while driving in fog because they loose the sight of objects in their peripheral vision, which under normal conditions gives them feedback regarding how fast they are traveling.
I cannot find the link, but I recall an article about aerial drone navigation and how state-of-the-art algorithms combine the task into two distinct roles: flying the drone manages the second-to-second movement and is responsible for maintaining safety while navigating the drone provides macro coarse input to the flying function which manages the micro details. When reading that article it occurred to me that's roughly analogous how driving works for me: the subconscious mind manages most of the little details - including hazard avoidance - while the conscious mind decides where to go and occasionally exerts full control of the experience.I know what you mean idle, about reacting to something then realizing what had just happened while your passenger is freaking out.
I avoided the interstate for my first few years driving. All those cars and trucks flying past used to scare me as a passenger so I figured as a driver I'd panic. But life changed paths and the interstate became a daily thing. Often several hours at a time. I just got used to it. Never have learned to like it, mind you.I cannot find the link, but I recall an article about aerial drone navigation and how state-of-the-art algorithms combine the task into two distinct roles: flying the drone manages the second-to-second movement and is responsible for maintaining safety while navigating the drone provides macro coarse input to the flying function which manages the micro details. When reading that article it occurred to me that's roughly analogous how driving works for me: the subconscious mind manages most of the little details - including hazard avoidance - while the conscious mind decides where to go and occasionally exerts full control of the experience.
This delegation of tasks was really made apparent to me more than a decade ago. I was driving to the folks' house at night along a largely deserted rural highway. I do not recall the exact specifics but I was futzing around with the radio and it wasn't cooperating. After about a minute of doing this I get the sense that something is wrong and look back up at the road to realize 1) I am behind another vehicle I wasn't consciously aware of, and 2) I have dropped speed by more than 10 MPH and am following at a consistent distance. Decided that maybe securing the radio's cooperation wasn't all that important.
Folks live out in the country - not terribly far off the interstate but the road to their house is just significant enough to the county to be paved. Naturally it's a twisting road through undulating wooded terrain and has very nearly motivated me to install stealth lightbars on my vehicles.Yeah if that deer doesn´t get you, the next one right behind just might, or the next. Watch out for more than one, right?
Apparently yes!It seems that the only person that drives the speed limit, is parked in the fast lane.
Or in other words, the right lane has become the passing lane.
You! That was YOU in front of me!!Probably about a year ago, maybe a little longer I was in a 65mph zone going about 64 when I came up on a vehicle going about 62. Now it was a fairly busy time of day and I wanted to go around the guy. I cranked it up to about 70 and commenced to passing the when this bloke comes flying up behind me flashing the headlights. I continued going 70 and had passed the slower vehicle. Actually I was expecting the guy in a hurry to dart to my right and pass me. He didn't. I could see this guy in the vehicle with bitter beer face all hollering-like and flipping me the bird.
Well, at that point he had set the tone. He refused to pass me on the right and was right up on my bumper. I turned on my right turn signal to say "I'm going to move over for ya" when he starts to dash to my right. Ok, so it's like that huh?" I started moving right just like my signal had indicated but when I saw he was moving right, stopped and went back left. Well so did the mad guy.
"Oh so now it's stupid games, aye? Watch this bucko" and began to slow down some. As he went left I went left, as he went left I went left. It went on for like 3 miles. I played "last lap at Daytona block the guy behind me as we were passing cars or coming up on cars. I gave the guy a bunch of chances to pass me but he chose to be a moron. Eventually I reached my exit and turned off the interstate going about 60mph. Dude's all honking his horn, banging on his steering wheel as he went by.