Stay on your fucking side of the road! Who do you think you are, Jeremy Fucking Clarkson, trying to hit the apex of the corner. When you come over the double yellow line into my lane I have to practically put my car in the ditch, you fucker!
Why the fuck can we go 60 MPH on the way into town for work in the morning, but only 40 on the way back out of town? Don’t know about you all, but I like it better at home than I do at work, I’d rather be at home. Faster. I don’t give a shit that you were running late in the morning and can take your sweet fucking time in the evening. At least get to the speed limit.
Thanks city for finally re-paving the potholed streets, but you could have at least made an attempt to get the fucking man hole covers closer to the level of the road. Gotta do the slalom around fucking 4 inch drops at each man hole.
And one more. Yo, dumb-ass joggers! Not that all joggers are dumb-ass joggers. These particular dumb-ass joggers running in a pack along a state rte posted at 55, not staying in the clearly defined bike lane shoulder of the road, but running three abreast in the travel lane. Get the fuck out of the road.