An inconsiderate slob who drives in the left lane and won't move over to let anyone pass.
A left lane dick. A left lamer.
A left lane dick. A left lamer.
A long line of soccer moms in their SUVs followed the left lane hog. Each one was waiting for her chance to be first in line.
by Cap'n Bullmoose April 30, 2005

Truckers who illegally drive in the left lane of the highway, leading up to fines and jail time. Because of the penalties for driving this lane, Truck Drivers avoid it at all cost.
by Iceman224 September 16, 2018

A driver who always drives faster than the other cars, that he is almost always in the left lane (trying to pass other cars).
by Derek L. December 4, 2007

The act of spraying an excessive amount of washer fluid (especially on sunny days) on the car behind you after you've pulled in front of them. Typically used to serve vigilante justice to an inconsiderate left lane bandit.
Man, there were so many left lane bandits out there yesterday, that on a 2 hour drive I went through 3 gallons of washer fluid handing out the ole left lane car washse.
by FlyInverted May 15, 2015

by Keep Right Execept to Pass May 26, 2006

by wicky wack January 22, 2011

A chronically unaware driver who sets up shop in the left lane of any major Florida highway, treating it less like a passing lane and more like a reserved cruise control runway. Left Lane Larry doesn’t discriminate—he might be a local with a “Salt Life” decal and a sunburned arm out the window, or a snowbird tourist in a rented Altima with both hands on the wheel and a wide-brimmed hat still on indoors.
Larry isn’t actively malicious—just militantly oblivious. He ignores flashing lights, honking horns, and the visible rage boiling in his rearview mirror. But try to pass him, and suddenly he becomes offended. He’ll match your speed just enough to box you in, like it’s a personal insult that you dared attempt efficiency.
He’s the kind of guy who would quote the speed limit like scripture while doing 63 in a 70 and holding back a convoy of 17 vehicles. The moment you go around, he speeds up—not to pass anyone, just to punish you for trying.
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Common Traits:
Drives a base-model vehicle: Camry, Impala, Altima, or a beige Buick with zero visible dents (but plenty of emotional ones)
Has a college parking decal that expired in 2013
Uses cruise control as a personality trait
Turn signal is optional (and usually left on for several counties)
May sport bumper stickers like:
“I brake for butterflies”
“My other car is a prayer”
Or ironically: “Keep Right Except to Pass”
Windows always up. Volume always low. Seat leaned forward like he's landing a plane.
Larry isn’t actively malicious—just militantly oblivious. He ignores flashing lights, honking horns, and the visible rage boiling in his rearview mirror. But try to pass him, and suddenly he becomes offended. He’ll match your speed just enough to box you in, like it’s a personal insult that you dared attempt efficiency.
He’s the kind of guy who would quote the speed limit like scripture while doing 63 in a 70 and holding back a convoy of 17 vehicles. The moment you go around, he speeds up—not to pass anyone, just to punish you for trying.
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Common Traits:
Drives a base-model vehicle: Camry, Impala, Altima, or a beige Buick with zero visible dents (but plenty of emotional ones)
Has a college parking decal that expired in 2013
Uses cruise control as a personality trait
Turn signal is optional (and usually left on for several counties)
May sport bumper stickers like:
“I brake for butterflies”
“My other car is a prayer”
Or ironically: “Keep Right Except to Pass”
Windows always up. Volume always low. Seat leaned forward like he's landing a plane.
Cop: Sir, do you know why I pulled you over?
Left Lane Larry: I was doing the speed limit.
Cop: In the passing lane. For 14 exits. With no one in front of you.
Left Lane Larry: I was setting the pace.
Left Lane Larry: I was doing the speed limit.
Cop: In the passing lane. For 14 exits. With no one in front of you.
Left Lane Larry: I was setting the pace.
by Pary Moppins July 10, 2025
