I’m driving along yesterday and a car pulls out of a driveway and cuts me off so I have to hit the brakes to avoid collision. Then I notice she’s (the driver) also cut off a pedestrian about to cross the driveway, an old man using a walker. He is kinda stumbling backward with a stunned look in his face. And the car has these bumper stickers – Coexist (with all that woo symbolism), Share the Road, and Watch for Motorcycles.
I dislike bumper stickers as a general rule, but I’ve always thought that if one is going to put bumperstickers on their car, they probably ought to drive in such a way so as not to paint a negative image of those ideas. I’ve tried to find a correlation between various political or religious or philosophical stickers and driving habits; as it turns out, people just drive like assholes.
Were you driving a motorcycle at the time? No? Then I rest my case.
This is why I don’t put any bumper stickers on my car. If someone is annoyed at my driving, I’d rather they just think I’m an idiot or an asshole, rather than thinking less of some cause that is important to me. I’m not confident enough in my driving to take that risk, so no bumper stickers for me.
Perhaps the car was stolen, and the thief had not yet had time to put a Disclaimer bumper sticker onto it.
I have a bumper sticker that I’ll put on the car when I get round to it:
I use cruise control.
So it must be you.
I can’t tell you how often people have come racing up behind me, I move over, and then they sit in my 8 o’clock position and don’t pass. Or they hurry to pass me, then pull in in front of me at a slower speed than I’ve been driving for miles. It’s time I let them know how I feel.
No snark intended, but a little chrome fishy always reads to me - and proves out to be - a LOOK OUT SELFISH ASSHOLE DRIVER emblem.
There was a period a long while back when there was a popular bumper sticker that just said Shit Happens. I always wondered how people who put that on their cars felt when someone accidentally ran into them.
Maybe she meant “Coexist in the same time and space” and was trying to do that with you.
There’s a car in my neighbourhood that has a “Back Off, Tailgaters!” type bumper sticker on it. This car drives way under the speed limit, from what I’ve seen. You know what - sometimes it IS you! Take a hint!
Just in case I haven’t mentioned it often enough here, I drive a hundred miles to work (and then a hundred more home) every work day. This is one of the most annoying things that happens almost every day. I have my cruise control set. Please do not pass me and then go slower than me.
There are a half dozen or so passing lane spots on this highway, where it opens up to two lanes for a mile or so, and the second most annoying thing is people who speed up when they get to the passing lane, and then slow back down again afterwards.
Drivers are idiots. Not me of course. Just everyone else.
I drive 110 miles to work, and 110 miles home – but only twice a week.
I drive uphill, both ways, in 4 feet of snow.
To the OP: if the “she” in question was over the age of 65, she gets a pass from me.
Dude with the walker gets a wakeup call to pay attention to the world around him, and also a little ego stroke that he’s still got some mojo in the reflex department.
OP proves to the SDMB that he’s an incredibly alert defensive driver, worthy of praise and admiration, gaining a deserved sense of roadway superiority which may or may not translate into a confidence boost in other areas of his life. Perhaps Boyo Jim will be a wild stallion between the sheets tonight, bowl a perfect game, or have small woodland creatures follow at his heels as a tangential result of this vehicular incident.
If the “she” is under 65, then she’s just an idiot.
The only bumper sticker I’d consider putting on my vehicle is
HONK IF YOU’RE HORNY
a true classic.
A lot of folks I work with rent an apartment and do the weekend commute.
4 feet of snow? You lucky bastard. For me, it’s 6 feet of volcanic ash, plus occasional extra distance driving around the many lava flows in Central Wisconsin.
Exactly.
Eh, I just put on bumper stickers endorsing the groups I want to discredit, and then drive like an asshole. 
Yeah, but when I were a lad we didn’t have a car to drive in. Our dad just had a steering wheel to hold, and us kids had to run through the volcanic ash behind him.
Boyo Jim, Keep her over there! I think I saw her driving on I-94 in western Wisconsin. No lava ash over here .. just manure piles.