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No, this is not an anti-SUV rant, because it’s not their fault their headlights glare into the rearview mirrors of my widdle Sentra even if they’re as bright as three tired fireflies (not that they are, dammit). It goes to all drivers who mistakenly shifted the headlights to BRIGHT driving out of the dealer’s lot and have yet to discover it. It goes to all manufacturers and buyers of those cutting-edge headlight technologies where the spectrum shifts from blue to white to exploding supernova.
I say, old chap! Are you aboard the Californian, trying desperately to send Morse code over to the Titanic, which seems to be in a spot of trouble? No, you’re on the fucking Bronx River Parkway, which says it’s a Parkway right in the name, and has 1920s-style curves, hidden exits, and entrances shorter than the trucks that are banned on it. I know it’s thrilling to discover the unknown byways between the Cross County and Gunhill Road, but that spirit of adventure doesn’t mean you have to glare those things at me so you can see every dent on my rear fender, does it?
This is your Captain speaking: The flight path for LaGuardia happens to be above Mehitabel’s neighborhood tonight, so we’ll be turning on the landing lights and directing them downward. If you look out your left window you will see a lady in a dark green car squinting, cursing, and holding her palm in front of her eyes. She think’s we’re waiting in opposing traffic at a stoplight, not knowing that we have to five thousand feet of tarmac to take care of.
…and so on. Lately I’m seeing more and more of the sort of bluish headlights that you expect to see mounted on a guard tower at Sing Sing. They make my eyes water and spots appear, even when I’m not in a car. If somebody parks their small-dick-mobile in the driveway of one of my neighbors in the back, which point my way, I get the full spotlight effect since I’m on the first floor. I can almost hear the alarms and the guard dogs barking. I was taught to only use my brights in extreme situations or on rural roads, and to lower them when a car approached. In the sticks most people lower their lights in return. But it seems to be a dying credo. You can put your main rear-view mirror on Night (although it looks really weird) but you can’t do anything about the wing mirrors.
One last thing–hey, asshole who parked right down the street from the bus stop (where five different busses stop!) and left his halogens on for HALF AN HOUR the other night? Making all of the dozens of people who glanced down there to see if the bus was coming feeling like they were looking into twin movie projectors at Radio City? Screw you for the headache–don’t you think we were already punished enough having to wait for the fucking bus for HALF AN HOUR in the freezing cold? And of course, you were far too cool to respond to everybody shielding their eyes and the nice old guy who went down and rapped on your window, whom you ignored as blaring reggaeton spilled into the air. You know, some of these fancy new cars, you can run the radio without turning on the headlights…