So, I’m tryin’ to get across town today, and I’m going down a road with a 45 mph speed limit and I get stuck behind some asshole going 20 freakin’ miles an hour in his piece-o’-shitmobile sportin’ the “Easy does it!” licence plate frame. I got news for you. Easy doesn’t cut it! Use that goddamn gas pedal! If you are incapable or unwilling to operate that vehicle, park the sum-bitch!
You may be at peace in some sort of spiritual Nirvana and ready to meet Jesus hisself, but I’m not! I got shit to do, so get the fuck out of my way! Easy does it MY ASS!
Heh. Wait until you’re late for work and you suddenly get stuck behind Inbred Jed on a riding lawnmower hauling a trailer with his toothless wife and six grimy children crammed into it and the road is so freakin curvy and hilly the only way you’re ever gonna get past him is if he pulls over and waves you through but you KNOW that’s never gonna happen because that would require him to pull his chaw-gnawing head out of his fat hairy ass and notice the entire county lined up behind him and God knows he’s got places he’s got to get to come hell or high water!
“Jump on the tractor, Maw, we all’s goin’ to town!”
awwwwhhaaa! there’s the answer! get to where im going by going the OTHER way round. that way, this guy will always be ONCOMING traffic, and i wont have to worry about him!
What’s even better is trying to merge onto a 65mph freeway behind one of these people.
40mph…40mph…40mph… until you get enough clearing to scoot left 2 lanes to get around them.
Get settled in to a comfortable 65-70 mph…
Then within minutes they pass you, merge in front of you, and slow down again.
Fucking people anyway.
Ah, even when we’re not drinking we can still really piss people off! At least the person MIGHT have been driving sober at the time.
[hijack]
I always thought “easy does it” was a biker or a white trash thing, because growing up, I only saw those bumper stickers on piece-of-shit beater cars like old paint-peeling El Caminos and Pintos!
Yeah, I know what that feals. The speed limit of the main drag in the town I go to college is 35 mph, yet 90% of the residents regularly drive only 25. I wouldn’t care if it was just one, and you could simply go around them, but it’s almost every single one of them, so you have to go 25 also.
Hehe, always happens where i’m from.
I’m living where the roads are wide and the cars rare, so I can drive basically however I want. Going back home, everybody’s so scared of the (numerous, aggressive) cops that they drive below the speed limit, when I’m used to driving at substantially above it.
Makes the driving real interesting for the first week back home…