If I put my foot on the brake right now, we would probably both be dead.
That’s a thought that I think crosses just about every driver’s mind at one point or another while being tailgated.  It crosses mine more than twice a day while I’m driving on the 403.  Just the other day, I was victim to the worst tailgating that I have ever experienced.
A bald-headed man in a shiny, silver Hyundai SUV came barreling up behind me as I merged into the passing lane to get around multiple large trucks.  Usually, after…