I drive a truck.
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I love that truck. I take my aluminum cans to the Habitat for Humanity in that truck. Love it. I live in Central Florida.
Yes, MGibson, I too must remember to anticipate the next bone-headed driving move moments before it happens, and give my fellow driver a pre-emptive, constructive honking. I’m sure he’ll appreciate my thoughtfulness, and thank me at the next stoplight.
stofsky, it is the pit, dude. Did he hit a nerve, or are you just tired of kicking the dog?
PStarr, been there. When I was in law school, I was headed to the airport (in my very rusty pickup - I’ll come back to that later) when I had to stop in a merge lane behind a stalled bus. Serious Asshole in his shiny Cutlass screeches to a stop inches off my bumper. In the rear view, I see SA cussing up a storm and pounding on his steering wheel. I laugh. SA takes offense. He spends the next 3 miles of road right beside me, insulting me, my parentage, my truck, my clothes (obligatory college jeans 'n t-shirt) and my driving abilities. I lean out the window and suggest he might have more fun in his life with his head somewhere other than his ass. At the next light, he gets out of his car, screaming something about tae kwan do and kicking my ass. It takes him the same length of time to walk back to my car as it does for the light to change, the traffic to clear, and me to drive past SA, waving & smiling.
Maybe I shoulda honked at him before he got silly, huh?
Spanky, I don’t use my truck for work, and the only extension purpose it serves is in the headroom department, as I’m too tall for most cars smaller than a Lincoln.
And I’m too young to be driving a Lincoln.
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