They dont mention tractors.
I remember old highway 50 thru Missouri which was a 2 lane and you’d have these tractors going about 20 mph and farm vehicles going around 45 mph and they might have 20 cars stacked up behind them and they darn well arent going to move over.
Then someone would have to turn left and be stopped by this line of 30-40 cars going by behind a tractor.
Also in Amish country you have horse drawn vehicles.
One thing the list forgot is the idiots that don’t dim their headlights. :rolleyes:
I curse the car manufacturers more than the driver. Because this is 2014. A simple sensor and a computer logic chip could check for oncoming cars and dim the lights automatically. It could put them back on high when there’s no cars approaching in the oncoming lane.
The people who remember ALLLLLLMOST too late that they that was the off/on ramp I was supposed to take! And instead of sanely doing a loop and coming back they without warning or indication slam their steering wheel to the side and cut across multiple lanes of traffic to just make it on. Multi vehicle fatal pileup be damned, I’m LATE!
I’ve seen this so often it makes me fuming angry.
I wasted a wish on this once. 
I was on a two-lane highway with no passing for 10 miles, and I was stuck behind some twit towing a trailer at 50mph in a 55mph zone. I said, “I wish this s.o.b. would pull over so I can at least drive the speed limit.” No sooner had the words left my mouth than his right trailer tire blew and he pulled onto the shoulder.
A friend of mine got pulled over and ticketed for driving 25.5 in a 25 zone by a cop known for his asshattery. He went to court over it, the cop didn’t show, and the judge was so pissed at the officer he threw out every ticket in his court that day.
Ya know, I can deal with that. What pisses me off, though, are the drivers who bounce between 50 and 55mph in the 55 zone. I swear, they’re driving with an eye on the speedometer, and if it hits 55 they brake because God forbid a cop should ticket them for speeding.
I’ll frequently pull over for one car when engaged in one of my favorite relaxation techniques: driving on scenic, hilly, twisty, lightly-travelled back roads. I figure they’re local, know the road, are in a hurry, and I’m just bebopping along gawking. No skin off my nose to slide into the end of someone’s driveway for five seconds.
Or the people that drive 50 until they reach a zone where they can be passed, then speed up to 70, then of course, drop back down to 50 after the passing zone ends.
Makes me glad I live in a county that put extra wide shoulder lanes on all the major roads. It’s perfect not only for the Amish buggies and wagons, but for farm equipment and bicyclists.
I’ve often wondered how much the model of the “slow” vehicles matters. When I commuted to work along a long stretch of 2-lane county roads in my little Scion xA, I was constantly being passed by big-ass pickup trucks. My cruise control was always set between 55 and 60 on a road that was mostly 50, but I rarely had anyone behind me unless there happened to be oncoming traffic. It would crack me up when I’d finally get to the lone traffic light along that portion of the commute, and I’d be behind several of the trucks that rushed to get around me. Yep, your passing really gained you a lot, didn’t it? :dubious:
I don’t get road rage, but I do have a few pet peeves.
I see a lot of people on the interstate who will decide to pull out and pass at their convenience, even though it means holding up a line of faster cars. Maybe I’m wrong, but I think it’s best to wait until you can pass without changing the speed of so many other drivers. I’m talking about someone who’s overtaking speed is only a few miles faster than the slow traffic.
If I’m about to pass someone and see fast traffic approaching in the left lane, I slow and let them by before occupying the lane. Seems polite, I guess.
A slight, but enraging twist on that:
The Cut-Off Passer: I’m in the passing lane, coming up on a few slower cars to the right of me, who have been in that formation for miles and miles. Just before I get there, one of the following cars decides that’s the moment they need to pass. Seriously? You seemed perfectly happy with where you were for the last 5 miles, when suddenly you decide you need to get by these people, AND you need to do it RIGHT NOW as opposed to waiting 5 seconds for me to blast by all of you?!
Also, The Turn-Lane Line-Cutter: Hey, selfish asshole, at least part of the reason the turn lane is backed up is because assholes like YOU keep driving up to the front and cutting in. Seriously, when you go to the supermarket or the movie theater, anywhere there’s a queue, do you just shove your way to the front of the line and turn around and give the finger to all the people who have been waiting their turn?
The “revenge cut off” where the out of control driver seeks to not only pass you, but to cut you off. Its dangerous to literally everyone on the road. To avoid it, I keep a guardrail on one side of me and another car on the other side of me by a front fender.
That way, the felony road rage roids can go suck it. 
Was the recipient of parking rage today. Parked on the street (legally) near my house, and came back to find a note under my wiper “YOU FUCK! YOU FUCKING MAKE IT HARD FOR ME TO GET OUR OF MY FUCKING DRIVEWAY! WHY DON’T YOU THINK?”
Huh?
Yes, truth be told, I was probably a little close. If he hadn’t been such an arse I would have apologised to him. But I was not close enough that he couldn’t have easily driven an Abrams tank in or out of his driveway. That is, I wasn’t blocking it at all.
I don’t get this. If I did it multiple times, then OK. However, having no car space, I legally park my car on that pice of road every day, and have done so for five years. This is ONE occurrence that isn’t even really blocking the guy, and I get a passive-aggressive, unsigned, obscenity-laden note.
Aren’t we neighbours? Couldn’t we just work it out with a friendly exchange (or better yet not even bother with anything)? What if I’m another aggressive dick who decides to key his car? Then he breaks my window. Then I… you get the idea. We end up in the papers.
Eh… life is too short. Woulda been happy to give him a “Sorry mate. Wasn’t paying attention. I don’t think I blocked you, but will be more careful in future. Have a good weekend.” Now there’s a silly unspoken tension.
Oh boy. Just returned for a short family visit to the Midwest and instantly remembered why I used to get so aggravated driving here. First there was the accident which happened on the right lane of the interstate, but necessitated the closure of all three lanes for an hour. Then there are the semi trucks demonstrating a convolution function in slooooow motion. You queue up behind it and the next 15 cars and wait five minutes as it slowly passes the neighboring semi. With glee you finally resume normal highway speed, only to bump into the same phenomenon after about three minutes. Ad nauseum, for the entirety of my two hour trip from the airport. Then there are the people who queue impatiently behind these dueling trucks, only to themselves take the same amount of time to pass.
Ironically, I’ve never been terribly aggravated driving in LA. Midwest traffic sucks.
Where I live, there’s a mostly two-lane road through the mountains that you have to take to get to the nearest city (about 75 miles away), and it twists and turns almost all the way. They have a passing lane about every 15 miles, but it’s never more than a mile long, and sometimes much less.
And it never fails – there is some asshole who is driving well below the speed limit on the twisty parts where you can’t safely pass him, creating a backlog. OK, some people are very cautious on twisty roads, no help for it. But then when he gets to the passing lane, instead of slowing down and letting everybody pass him, he speeds up, because hey, now the road’s straight, and you have to go 80 to get by him. And if you’re going 80 in those short passing lanes, only one or two cars can get by him, so the backlog just keeps growing.
First car that gets past him shuts him down to a crawl & lets all the others get past. Then they all can go zoom & the asshat usually but not always learns better.
Back in the early 60’s as many as 5-6 cars that were running the same speed ( faster than we should ) would start block and/or leading on the stretches we knew best. Made some fast runs on the old highways many the time.
In the last 30 years I have never found but one driver that had a clue. All the rest are ‘for myself only’ asshats.
I must admit that people are better in general about zipper merges and letting side traffic out when the light back ups get clear back to the first side street.
But there is so many more people on the road, it is not helping much.
If you weren’t blocking it, he can fuck right off. You have a right to a clear driveway; beyond that, the street is public space. He should try living in a place like San Francisco, where parking is at an absolute premium, and every single driveway has a car parked within millimeters of each side of it.
My mother-in-law lives in San Francisco, and the driveway into her garage is only a bit wider than the car, and sometimes it takes a bit of maneuvering to back out if there are cars parked right up to the edge of the cut. Driving into the garage itself, and then backing out again, takes some doing, as the garage entrance is narrow enough that you have about an inch of either side of the wing mirrors. When she bought a new car about six or seven years back, she couldn’t buy her first choice because it literally could not have been driven into the garage.
Aside from the others mentioned in this thread, I get really, really pissed when someone is honking at me from behind to get me to turn, without realizing that I CAN’T. Because there’s a pedestrian in the way, or a big NO TURN ON RED sign, or the lane is blocked by a bus, or the gap is too small and getting smaller due to the approaching Audi doing 60 in a 40, or something else I’ve seen but they haven’t. Since you can’t see what I see due to being 15 feet behind me, why don’t you just shut up and wait for me to judge when it’s safe to go, hey?
Then there’s the other guy about three doors down. Like me, he doesn’t have a driveway, so he also parks on the street. One day, I was parked outside his house, and he spotted me when I was getting into my car…
“You… this car!.. why? … You always park here! This is my house! I should call the police!!”
“Erm… here… feel free to borrow my phone. I’ll dial the cops for you. Be warned they may be upset for wasting their time. My car is registered, and I can park in front of your house just as you can park in front of mine. Also, I seldom DO park here.”
Would really mess with my mind re the state of my neighbours if it weren’t for the two lovely ones who insisted on taking out my garbage bins for me and making me plates of delicious homemade food when I came out of hospital and was a bit dodgy with my mobility. Surely life is too short for that sort of petty crap.