Exactly where do think you're going?Follow

There's a wall of cars in front of us.

There's a wall of cars behind us.

We're part of a continuous stretch of 10 miles of road consisting of 10,000 cars jammed up against each other.

Yet, in the brief 100-yard stretches of open road we encounter, you insist on accelerating up to 50mph before slamming on the brakes once again. Net gain: zero.

So, you decide to swerve into the exit-only lane to pass me up, yelling obscenities out the window as you drive by. 20 seconds later, you have come to a complete stop again, with me directly behind you. Net gain: 1 car length.

What did you expect? Did you think that I was the sole car holding up the entire freeway behind me? That beyond me lie the golden road to Eden?

Perhaps if you had thrown a Tenner in my window as you drove by, I could have afforded the $3.15 gas I'd waste by jerking my way down the road like a 15 year old boy's first act of coitus.

I took the "staring ahead obliviously with hands at 10 and 2" approach.

One of the (few) reasons I'm glad I don't drive anymore.

When someone tries to make a bonehead pass like that, I try my damndest to box them out. Being in New York, so close to the city, I'm actually surprised I *haven't* been shot yet.

I get serious road rage when faced with jerkoffs like that. It ain't pretty.

I just wink and dangle one foot out the window.

Nexa

I'm of the "big goofy smile and thumbs up" camp.



Edited, Jun 15th 2006 at 8:29am EDT by Frakkor

Hussy! Showing off your ankles and such!

It wouldn't be the first time where you see about 5 cars pulled over to the side because they were all involved in a fender-bender accident.

I could never understand the really huge rush. Maybe if I was the sole car standing inbetween traffic and liberty I'd understand, but sorry. If I see nothing but bumper to bumper taffic infront of me, I'm not touching my accelerator unless my car feels ****** and doesn't want to start moving by letting go of my breaks alone.

I hate people like you Eld.

I'm of the "pull off the main road and find the nearest mall to shop at until traffic dies down" camp.

I hate motorcycles. I'm sure there's exceptions and may God curse me for making blanket statements, but every time I see someone on a motorcycle he's riding like he's mentally retarded. Sudden acceleration, stops, swerving and weaving, etc. I shouldn't have to put that much effort into trying not to accidentally kill someone who is making my driving more difficult.

Find me a cycle rider who takes no more caution from me than the average car driver and we'll be golden.

I'll agree that it's usually some zippy little model of bike. Perhaps languid-driving Harley riders are much easier to be around but that's not who I end up with.

I drive a classic cruiser style bike, not a ricer. Since my bike is air-cooled (being classic), I cannot stay in one place idling for too long or else I will overheat. Newer bikes have liquid cooling like cars. So, I usually head over to the shoulder on one side or the other and continue along at an easy pace. I try not to lane-split because my bike is rather wide, so my highway pegs would leave nice long scratches in someone's car if they ventured too close. Also, if you were to open your door on me, you'd lose your door and I'd have little dammage to my bike. It's made of steel, and has no plastic ferrings like those ricers.

I won't make excuses for the ricer drivers, they are as[Aliceblue][/Aliceblue]sholes (Tot3m). Just realize that if you see a 250-300lb biker on a cruiser creeping up a shoulder that there is most likely a good reason for it. That and he can most likely kick your ***.





Edited, Jun 15th 2006 at 11:36am EDT by Elderon