Driving me Bonkers!


I have been told I drive like a grandma. 

I suppose I do.  If the grandma is a patient, calm, highly skilled driver!

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But, in 28 years of driving, I have not had a speeding ticket or been involved in an accident while I’ve been driving.

(Okay, if we’re counting the time I backed into my moms Durango the morning after she arrived from out-of-town, then I’ve had one teeny tiny accident.  But I was so used to just reversing in the driveway and there not BEING a vehicle there!)

No moving violations on public roads.   There.  That’s better.

So I get to vent – because I CAN throw a stone. My house is not made of glass when it comes to this topic.

I’m pretty anal about following the law.  I border on annoying with my honesty.

I’m the driver that would stop at a stop sign the day after a zombie apocalypse.

(Just one of many reasons why I wouldn’t survive a zombie apocalypse.)

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I digress.

So – the reason I need to vent – is because the following events happen to me on a regular basis:

  • impatient attitudes from behind me IN THE SLOW LANE (get in the flipping FAST lane)
  • cars pulling out from a street onto the highway in front of me when there is NO one behind me (you couldn’t wait ’til I passed?)
  • annoyed people behind me at stop lights for not turning right on the red when the road to the left is not clear (you can’t see what I see, dumbass)

Let’s take these one by one shall we?

SPEED LIMITS:

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Speed. Limit.

Limit.

Limmm-it.

LIMIT!

I observe these things.

I observe them because I interpret ‘limit’ to mean, the most – the max – the tippy tippy top.

And because I’m also conscientious, I don’t do the speed limit in the left lane – I stay on the right hand side.  So, if I’m in the appropriate lane for the appropriate speed, do not get behind me and try to mate with my bumper!  Don’t!  Just stop it.

I’ve taken to refusing to watch you in my rear view mirror after noticing you tail gating – I do this so that I don’t absorb the negative energy from your hand gestures or foul faces.  There is a passing lane available to you.  Use it.

PULLING OUT IN FRONT OF ME:

(Yeah … there’s just no way I’m putting that string of words into a search engine … no pic for this one LOL!)

Stop it.

I’ve comforted myself with the following reasoning: Because I’m such a safe driver, my car must be emitting a ‘safe aura’ which other drivers interpret as ‘she’ll stop/let you in/roll on her back in the submissive position’.

*sigh*

And I do.

What drives me bonkers – is when a car in a complete stopped position – pulls out in front of me so that I have to slow down to avoid hitting said car, when there is NO ONE behind me.

Seriously!  WAIT!  You could have a whole road to yourself.  Just let me pass first!

I think at this point, I need to make the following clear: I don’t drive slowly.  I seriously just am going the limit.  If I was creeping down the road at a snail’s pace, I could understand not wanting to wait for me to pass.

Anyway.

Next.

DOING THE ‘WHY AREN’T YOU GOING??’ ANNOYED SHRUG BEHIND ME AT A RED LIGHT:

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I believe turning right on a red light is much like a driver’s license … it’s a privilege, not a right.  (Okay, it is a ‘right’ but not a RIGHT … wait … forget it.)

You may turn right on a red light IF it is safe to do so and you’re not interfering with traffic that has the green light.

If I’m not GOING, it’s because there are still cars APPROACHING!  You can’t see them.  You are behind me. 

And even if there is a brief moment or two of no cars zooming past – guess what I’m doing? 

I’m calculating that even if I DID pull out at that precise moment, I would cause the car that is still approaching in the near distance to have to adjust his speed significantly or change lanes in order not to HIT me!

Stop it.

The part that annoys me the most is that there are people on the road that I see daily.

I really try to be very understanding when someone is an arsehole on the road.

I do.

I give everyone the benefit of the doubt.  I imagine the following: “Maybe they’re late to work and stressed out about that”  “Maybe they got into an argument with someone before they left the house and are just not thinking clearly”  “Perhaps they just got bad news and are in a hurry to get somewhere”

But – when the same drivers do it regularly – no excuse.

Get up on time.  Leave early to give yourself enough time to get to your destination, like I do.  And quit being such dicks on the road!

Ooo!  And OFF road too!  Don’t even get me started on the people who speed through my neighborhood, kicking up rocks and dust with their obnoxious speeding tires.  Kids and animals are out and about … slow the hell down.

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About debaucherysoup

I've traveled 4 continents, affording me experiences and adventures to last a lifetime. Most important was the exposure to other cultures, beliefs and lifestyles. I'm also mom to one of the most amazing human beings I know.

Posted on October 2, 2013, in Humor, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. People who drive correctly, get no respect…and people who drive crazy cause problems. I wonder which unseen group gets the respect?

    • I think we balance each other out … the drivers that know what they’re doing and the drivers that don’t have a clue. Who knows. Sometimes I wish I were a plain clothes officer … I could pull in behind them at their destination and whip out my badge and get the satisfaction of seeing their faces drop.

  2. Great blog. I can relate although I have had my share of tickets and accidents. But I hate when I am trying to be Defensive and too many jerks are causing issues around me. ugh

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