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So I’m driving through town on a quiet road when I see a car pull out behind me, a few car lengths back. It’s night, but this guy has no lights on. I keep looking at him in my rear-view. Still no lights. Seconds pass…. my car straddles two lanes because I’m focused on the car behind me, which still has no lights on. “What an idiot,” I think; “He’s driving with no lights on!” I swerve back into one lane.

More seconds pass. Suddenly, as I’m watching in the mirror, his lights come on — including the high-beams! “What an idiot,” I think as I’m staring into his reflected headlights; “He’s driving with his brights on!” My car eases back across the lane divider.

I keep staring. Will he turn off his brights? More seconds pass. I’m still staring in the mirror, burning the image of his 4 headlights into my retina like the login prompt on a monochrome terminal in 1985. I glance forward when I sense I’m no longer successfully following the road, but I can barely see the lane markers through the afterimage of the headlights of the car behind me.

Finally, the car turns onto a side street. I look away from the mirror. I still can’t see anything. “What an idiot!” I think again.