By mid-July out here, you tend to lose track of how many times you get the “hand,” the gesture other drivers make when they do something they shouldn’t. You see it all the time, like when someone pulls out of a parking space without looking, and by raising his or her left hand out the side window seems to be seeking some kind of absolution for the transgression. There are variations, to be sure.
I received another kind of hand on Saturday evening as I was driving to Amagansett from Montauk on Montauk Highway. A guy in a black pickup was tailgating aggressively as I came down the hill toward the Napeague stretch.
Approaching the parking tangle at Cyril’s Fish House and gin mill, I slowed way down. It was a good thing I did, as a loaded Jeep with Jersey plates