In lieu of a pocket-sized spike belt

It's common courtesy to slow down when you meet people walking along a dirt road. Wouldn't want to stone them. And most people around here do slow down. They raise a friendly index finger and nod as they drive by. The dust is minimal. But there's always the odd wise guy. The type that steps on it. Drives down the middle. The type that makes you head for the ditch. Or where the ditch should be. Where the dogs poop. And sure enough, you almost step in it. And it takes everything not to raise a finger of your own. But you know better. You know eyes are waiting in the rear view. Waiting for just that. Just wait. Next time those eyes will get the full rear view.