Just outside Portland.<p>Generally, I sit in the right lane and cruise along. I don&#x27;t sit in the passing lane, and I keep my distance from other cars (which is easy, because they&#x27;re usually going faster than me). If I can, I sit 200 yards behind a tractor trailer and cruise at their speed. I&#x27;m in no hurry.<p>On residential roads, I give zero fucks about who&#x27;s behind me. I&#x27;m going the speed limit, so they are too. They won&#x27;t be paying my speeding ticket, so I couldn&#x27;t care less.<p>I do know that this strategy can be unsafe, though - when I was in the Marine Corps, I had to drive into San Diego to pick up Marines from Balboa in a government van. It had a GPS that would go off if you went above the speed limit at any point, meaning that your command would get a nastygram if you went 2 miles an hour over the speed limit. I went 5 miles under the speed limit at all points, and it was hilariously unsafe. People were <i>mad</i>.<p>Yet again, though, they weren&#x27;t going to pay the half salary and reduced rank that I would&#x27;ve gotten from getting busted down, and they definitely wouldn&#x27;t have been doing restriction time with me. So fuck &#x27;em.