Why is it that people feel the need to ride my bumper on the highway? I drive the posted speed limit, I have PWD plates, go around me or back off. Today Iam driving to OVR on route 79 and once again..... this burns me up. I truly believe if they only knew how I was driving (wrist wedged into tri-pins, not to mention I lose feeling at the bicep level so I cannot feel my hands) they would give me the legal distance. That's all I'm asking for; follow me at the legal distance. So for all you Pennsylvania State troopers be on the lookout for a white full-size van with a determined quadriplegic at the wheel and his service dog riding shotgun. Somehow going on this rant has made me feel better, what bothers you about driving?