The kind of driver I'm looking for.

Or more often the kind of driver I'm looking out for here in rural Nevada. Whenever a see a guy in a truck with a beard and a baseball cap (and often a dog in the back)I know I have to watch out. Why, because I know he thinks he can break the law and drive as he pleases. He might be drunk, or on meth or just plain mad at the world. He will never use his turn signal or turn on his lights when it would improve safety (he probably doesn't even believe in safety) and he might even be smoking or eating or texting. I must quote from a Louise Bogan (1897-1970) poem titled: Several voices out of a cloud: "Come, drunkards and drug takers; come perverts unnerved" and later "Get the hell out of the way".