My two cents - An open letter to those drivers who always pass me on 195

I hope you enjoyed arriving in Colfax 1.67 seconds faster than I did. Whatever you do with that precious time, that was worth risking my life and yours, I hope you use it well.

It goes like this. I’ll be driving back to Pullman from Spokane on a Sunday evening, driving peacefully behind a line of cars ahead of me. We have all picked a speed that works for us, because we have all been driving at that same speed since Spangle. We’re okay with it.

Then you appear in my rearview mirror, a dot on the horizon. Within seconds, you are less than 10 feet behind, able to read where my bumper was made.

I...