That is so sweet.
Though not quite as dangerous, I more often run into the other people who don’t understand four-way stops, but have the opposite solution. They pull up, I pull up, and then we both wait… and wait… and wait… until, invariably, we both decide to go at the exact same moment and one of us has to abruptly stop again. Which is usually me, since I rarely feel like I need to get anywhere in a hurry and I find that everyone else usually does. Lately I’ve taken to doing a hand wave as a friendly way of saying “You’re next, stupid,” but they’re often oblivious to that as well.
I’ve just started biking to work again. I fear for my life each time I set the pedal to the pavement. Every year I must re-learn to suppress the instinct to feel terror at approaching vehicles with no apparent concern for my survival.
For a driver, it’s a moment’s inattention while opening a door or making a turn or pulling into traffic. But for the cyclist that gets smashed because they couldn’t swerve out of the way fast enough (or could swerve, and ended up in front of some other moving vehicle), it’s much, much, much more.
My driving instructor told me to just wave the other guy ahead. It takes ten seconds and then you can get on with your life.
Of course, clowns who try to sneak through with the car ahead of them deserve to be hit.
Also, kids, remember that Right-On-Red is optional. Just because you’re making a right turn does not mean you can a) slow down a half-inch an hour as you turn in front of the person going straight or b)just barrel on through because you’re making a Right Turn at a Red Light! First you stop, then you turn right!
This is one of my favorite ways to irritate tailgaters when I’m at an intersection. If you’ve been riding my ass all the way to the light and I’m making a right turn, don’t expect me to move until the light turns green. I don’t haveta turn yet.
Some high-and-mighty dunderhead in a shiny new American Dream Boat tried the Emergency-Lane Jive with my dad. Rolled down the shoulder, past all the stopped cars, and tried to cut in on ol’ Pa. He “accidentally” drifted straight into the guy’s freshly hot-waxed driver’s door. “Sorry, you cut in on me, I couldn’t stop in time.” Everyone cheered, and the cop just down the way damn near shook his hand.
Nice fucking link to post for those of us at work, asshat.
am I the only one that got a crude pic from that one???
Apparently, linking directly to pictures at SomethingAwful leads not to the picture in question but to something a bit more… crude. Something to do with cookies, I think.
Well, considering that I’ve never been to that site before, I’ve no cookies for it. Or are you referring to his cookies? I’m not sure if the link I was directed to was intended or not, but I’m certainly glad that no one of any importance was anywhere near me when that flashed onto my screen! :eek:
If the link I clicked on was the intended link, it a) has absolutely no bearing whatsoever on the topic at hand and b) should have at least contained some warning for those of us who do read this at work and not home. I was not amused (or at least, I would have not been irritated except for the fact that if the wrong person was looking over my shoulder I would have most likely lost my job on the spot), and almost ended up with hot soup all over my workstation, more from trying to get the window closed than any kind of subject matter shock.
It’s just rude, really.
Of course, if this was not the intended picture, my full apologies to Derleth.
I have deleted Derleth’s link to a partially dressed transexual, as I really don’t think that it’s appropriate to this message board.
I could go on for hours about stupid drivers. I really shouldn’t talk since I DO drive fast. I always signal, and almost always stop at stop signs (if I’m the only one on the road at 2 am, I won’t lie, I don’t fully stop).
What gets me is left lane hogs. Or people who like to leave 50 car spaces in front of them (in any lane, but the left lane is the most annoying). If you aren’t willing to keep up, then move right gods damnit!
Just last sunday my friend got into a road rage incident. A car was pacing him waving to some girls he was driving around (his cousins and sister) and after some less than nice words (the guys in the other car were trying to pick them up, real classy) the driver got out and smashed my friend’s driver window. My friend didn’t react. He pulled over and called the police.
The officer was really cool. Got his info (I was there to shuttle everyone back home) and took statements. Said the case was very good but that, because of vacation, won’t make the arrest until this sunday. Too bad I couldn’t be there to watch
Well, I’m sorry. I suppose the SA crew is a bit more crude than I suspected.
I’m determined to get a license plate frame for my car that says “I brake for tailgaters.” I do, you know. My favorite is when I’m going AT the top speed (75) up the 5 (middle of fucking nowhere), and some asshat going 90 zooms up behind me when I’m next to a truck and stays 5 feet off my back bumper. I tap my brake light and speed up slightly. If they stay on my ass … I pace the truck. That’s right. I give them a chance to back the fuck off. If they do, I move right at the next opportunity. If they don’t, 5 miles of pure hell 
Oh, and if they continue to be assholes, I speed up to the front corner of the truck, let them SEE the clear lane, slow down to the back corner of the truck until they change lanes, then repeat.
Yep, I need that frame. Fair warning and all that.