So, my wife and I are driving home from work on Thursday in pretty heavy traffic on the interstate. It is stop and go all the time, one minute we are going 35, the next stopped dead for some reason I cannot fathom.
The cars in front of us all slow down and stop so we do the same thing. I had left plenty of room so I came to a nice gradual halt. I glance in the mirror (because I am already nervous of Detroit drivers) and see an SUV barrelling down on us. I hear the the car behind us start to skid and take my foot off the brake thinking that I will roll forward to avoid the impact but I am too close to the car in front so I brake again and the car behind hits us. My first thought was what the fuck was she doing driving that fast, my second thought was how the fucking hell did she NOT see we were all stopped.
We pulled off to the side of the road to check if everyone was ok and it looked like the cars were fine. My wife and I were shaken up a little but otherwise fine. The woman driving the other car apologized and we swapped details. It was too dark to really check the cars well so I will look in the light this morning.
Here comes the spleen venting.
What the fuck is up with these dumbass fucks who can’t drive around here. My wife and I have been in 4 accidents in the last 2 years since I have been living here. One of them was our fault and luckily three of them have been really minor. We have been rear-ended twice and then this one stupid bitch just pulled right out in front of us causing about $2000 worth of damage to our car.
People seem to tailgate more here than when I was living back home and I can’t count the number of times I’ve seen people who have missed their exit or taken the wrong exit swerve to change lanes when that time to do so has obviously passed. I’ve seen people who were riding too close have to swerve on to the sholder to avoid hitting someone then get right back on their ass. That was a fucking clue, you assmunching fuckwit.
On Friday when we were driving to work I saw a guy doing about 60 who was less than 3 feet of the rear bumper of the car in front. People like that should be arrested and thrown in fucking jail.
I hate fucking driving in Detroit. It’s full of dumbass drivers who tailgate, swerve from lane to lane, drive piece-of-shit cars which are all wrecked and just don’t know what the fuck they are doing.
It’s not just Detroit, Rick. I had a friend from home over here for the last couple of weeks and every day we were on the road we found a new dumbfuck to be astounded and terrified by. Whether it was the tiny woman who could barely see over the steering wheel of her giant SUV pulling across two lanes of fast moving traffic into the 7-11 (who knew you could be that desperate for a slurpie and a twinkie?), the woman in the Eclipse tailgaiting me so close that I’d swear I could hear her engine louder than my own as I passed a line of three trucks, the guy lane-hopping in medium traffic at well over 100mph in a 55 zone, or the people who don’t seem to understand the concept of merging, we almost never reached a destination without the words “You’ve been driving here how long? And you’re still alive how, exactly?”
Texas people are very friendly. Put them in a car however, and you can almost see the red mist in front of their eyes. At home, I generally felt safe on the roads even though I’d seen plenty of idiots. Here, I know it’s only a matter of time before I’m put in the same situation as yourself.
Seriously, though, tailgating is the numero uno most frequently flouted driving rule, IMO. Happens to me all the time, and this depite the fact that I routinely drive above the speed limit. Sorry folks, but I’m not gonna go 85 in a 60 zone, no matter how much you try to bully me into it.
The other thing I forgot to mention was how hard it was to try and get back on the interstate from the shoulder. After we had been there for several minutes, traffic seemed to be flowing well again and I just had to wait for a large gap and floor it, hoping that no one else hit us. To top it all off, some fucknugget in a big rig sounded his horn as I was merging back onto the freeway. He was two lanes over. What the fuck else was I supposed to do. I just wanted to tell him to fuck off. Prick.
BTW, ivylass, I love the visual aids in that thread, thanks for the link.
