Who are the world’s most annoying drivers?

I don’t speed usually, but when I’m on a road trip, I make good time.

This past week I drove to and from Mauldin, S.C., a six-hour drive, the overwhelming majority of which takes place on Interstate 85.

In between the northeastern border of Georgia and the horrifying, driving-gauntlet that is Atlanta there are miles of four-lane interstate which are usually a pleasure to drive.

This past Sunday, however, there were hundreds of parallel vehicles caused by what I consider to be the Holy Grail of traffic offenses — driving slow in the fast lane.

The interstate is a lovely idea and I appreciate it “Ike,” but perhaps we could have done a better job of letting people know what the left lane is for.

I was under the impression it was for passing but apparently it can be interchangeably used for texting, searching for a child’s shoe at 60 mph and listlessly cruising on the Sabbath.

I watched one particular gentleman from Georgia travel for almost 30 miles completely impervious to the goings-on in the right lane.

I’m glad he didn’t because I’m almost certain my seething glare was the mildest greeting he got.

Despite my distain for slow drivers, aggressive drivers are the more dangerous of the two.

I don’t know how fast this one guy’s car was going near Newnan, Ga., because I couldn’t even make out a shape.

All I know is he drives a black something.

When I noticed him I had already signaled and begun the process to merge.

He then noticed me taking the time to check my blind spots behind me and like a shark to bloody water, he immediately sped up to what I can only assume was the speed of very quiet sounds to pass me.

Honestly though, I didn’t run into the most annoying of driving styles until I reached the heart of Atlanta.

Earlier I alluded to being weary about driving in Georgia’s capital.

Once, while on a date in high school, I drove to Atlanta for a concert and then back on the same night.

At that point in my life, I didn’t know Interstate 85 and 75 were two different Interstates heading toward two different states.

My mom’s advice had been, “if you don’t turn off 85, you won’t get lost.”

Well I didn’t turn, but I also didn’t realize until about Macon, Ga. that I was promptly headed down I-75.

As unfamiliar with the Georgia back roads as I am, I had to turn around and drive back to Atlanta and then home.

Thanks mom.

Back to the most recent trip, after finally getting through the first two hours of my trip back home the lanes started to double and I knew ATL was coming up soon.

The city of Atlanta, as you and me a few days ago may not know, is currently doing major work to Interstate 85 through downtown.

Having known this I could have taken I-285, but instead I drove head long into three of five closed southbound lanes.

Needless to say there was a lot of stopping and going, and stopping, and going.

It was there I discovered the worst drivers of all time, people who change lanes during a 10-second forward encroachment.

If anyone out there is this kind of driver, please mail me a detailed letter explaining how a few inches of progress makes a difference in a two-hour traffic jam.

I know it’s frustrating and we’re all dealing with it, but is a minor accident going to improve the situation?

If you’re going to travel on the interstate, do us all these three favors — don’t cruise in the fast lane, don’t pretend you’re on the autobahn and if you have time, try and Google a traffic report before you start your trip.