Things didn't start off too well - got into the truck to discover that the back window has a leak, and the back seat is wet. Not soaked, fortunately; in fact, the Scotchguarding appeared to have held the water to a manageable pile of random droplets. That was the only good part to the morning.
Got behind three different cars all traveling at least 10-15 MPH below the speed limit. Driving 20 MPH on a 40 MPH road gives you plenty of time to contemplate exactly how you'd like to vaporize the mouth-breather in front of you. But to get behind his sister shortly thereafter, and then to hook up with his cousin, well, by that time I had pretty well resigned myself to the idea of my 15 mile trip taking well over an hour, because...
The skies absolutely opened up - torrential downpours. This has the same effect as the first snowstorm of the season, in that as soon as the wipers go on high, people's brains leak right out their ears and down their shoulders. Folks, I'm living with 15 MPG so that I *CAN* go through a puddle of standing water. If you can't risk it, get the ever-lovin' fuck outta my way.
It was awfully nice of that police officer to turn on his emergency lights *AFTER* he ran through the red light at the intersection. At least we knen why we all had to slam on our brakes for the cruiser. AFTER he made it through. I can only assume he fell asleep during the lecture at the academy about turning lights on BEFORE running the red light...
And, lastly, the Jeep in front of me with his directional on for about four miles was the icing on the cake. Captain Oblivious just bulled merrily ahead, completely and blissfully unaware that he was signalling a turn that he would never make.
Someday, I'm gonna arm the atomic land torpedoes...
That is all.
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It seems to be all or nothing with turn signals, doesn't it?
Jay, Breda,
You've never driven in South Florida amongst the "condo commandos", have you?
That's a unique kind of hell.
Ah yes, I looves me some "road rage" posts.
Why?
I don't know for sure. Maybe it's because as a fellow road warrior, I feel your pain.
I do lot of travel on the back roads and I have found that the "mouthbreather going 15 to 20 mph under the speed limit" phenomenon has been getting worse and worse as the price of gas gets higher and higher. It only takes one to completely clog a highway. (I call them "hairballs" for that reason.)
The thing is, someone who goes a *steady* 15 mph under the limit, I can live with. I can usually get around them sooner or later. Its the ones who, on a 55 mph highway, go 60 in the straightaways while slowing to a 25 mph crawl in the curvy portions that irritate me the most.
And don't even get me started on those morons that will run a stop sign in order to get out in front of you, and then crawl down the highway.
"And don't even get me started on those morons that will run a stop sign in order to get out in front of you, and then crawl down the highway."
We should be allowed to shoot those people on sight.
"It seems to be all or nothing with turn signals, doesn't it?"
I'll admit I don't always use mine. Especially when traffic is light.
Jay - I was JUST ranting about slow drivers in my LJ. I drive backroads to work everyday, and the guys going 20-30 the entire way are infuriating. Then again I'm at the other end of the spectrum as the guy who takes corners at 2x+ the posted limit.
Jay, I swear to G-d that the Jeep wasn't me! Honest!
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