“Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?” ~ George Carlin, American Comedian (I couldn’t exactly let the week go by without a Carlin quote. May he rest in sarcastic peace.)
Stupid drivers. They are everywhere. I might just be the only person in the state of Arkansas who knows how to navigate the roads properly. I jest, of course. Maybe. Today, for example, was just one day and I encountered numerous idiots in the thirty mile round trip between work and home. My international readers who reside within the British Isles or a former colony (as I did for so many years) shall have to forgive me. I am about to vent about driving in the United States.
Is it really too difficult for some individuals to put just a little more pressure on the gas pedal in order to actually make their vehicle go, at the very least, the speed limit? I quite realize that I have a penchant for
Semi-trucks. Do you know what it means when your vehicle is five times the length of mine? It means that it take you a heck of a long time to pull out from a gas station or a parking lot. Quit jumping out in front of me and crossing over my lane in order to make a left hand turn. Wait until you have plenty of time and space. Did you see my mouth moving as I slammed on the brakes and waited for you to cross? Yeah? I wasn’t singing along to the radio.
Guess what? Interstate on-ramps have a purpose. That purpose is acceleration. You are meant to speed up so that when you pull onto the interstate you are going the speed limit or are close to reaching that goal. I am so bloody tired of being behind some stupid driver who pulls onto the highway going forty miles per hour when the traffic on said road is already speeding along at least thirty miles per hour faster. Someday you are going to get someone killed.
I realize that the four-way stop is becoming an endangered species in this country. Perhaps the one good thing about living in a small town is that there are a few of them still around to remind us that stoplights are not always necessary. Still, traffic always stalls at the stupid four-way stop because somebody is too moronic to figure out how to navigate the bloody thing. It’s shaped like this: +. There is a stop sign on each side. The rules are easy. Whoever reaches their stop sign first … goes first. If two cars reach their own respective signs at the same time … then the vehicle to the right goes first. How hard is that?
Oi! I encountered all three of the above scenarios today … along with five or six others. I know I am cranky lately, but seriously – I think the DMV (Department of Motor Vehicles) is handing out licenses like they are candy.