Look, it’s raining, it’s just barely beginning to get light, traffic is heavy.
On the way from Dayton to Cincinnati this morning, from mile marker 22 through mile marker 13, rush-hour traffic was slowed, stopped, and delayed by five (FIVE!) simple rear-end collisions. (After that, it was simply slowed, stopped, and delayed by rush-hour. I got too late a start.)
Look, jerk-offs, when you’ve worked your way through a slowdown caused by the flashing lights of the cop behind one numbskull with his headlights broken and hood crumpled, and one person whose rear bumper was barely dented, and traffic has sped all the way up to thirty miles an hour, that is not a fucking signal to start wondering where you put your fucking coffee, or make a fucking phone call, or turn around to smile at the cute passenger that’s just joined your fucking car pool. Then you work your way past the second one. Then you work your way past the third. And you’re STILL taking that as a signal to start wondering where you put your fucking coffee, or make a fucking phone call, or turn around to smile at the cute passenger that’s just joined your fucking car pool.
It’s a signal that conditions for driving suck. Eyes front, shithead!
And you, you motherfucker, sitting on my ass and honking at me because I had the nerve to leave 30 feet between my car and the car in front of me, I’ll meet you outside.
Anyone who uses a car horn to express emotion instead of as a warning or alert should be shot.
I drove from Cincinnati to Dayton this morning. Felt bad for ya; I could see the southbound traffic was at a standstill for miles and miles. I didn’t run into traffic until I hit I-675. It was stop-and-go all the way to Fairborn.
Heh. I was seriously thinking at one point of turning around to hook back to 70 and go through Indy instead, but the Dayton radio station I still had on convinced me I was doomed either way. (I was up at 4:30; I should have got rolling at 6 instead of 7, but my folks were talkative.)
That would take care of any population problem you could name.
id rite mor but texting is hard while steering
You’re not fooling anyone; people texting while driving don’t bother with steering.
(I’d put a smileyface, but it’s too close to the truth.)
Far too many people tailgate, in all weather conditions and times of day, which is why idiocy (+ possible tragedies) like this happens, as I related in another Pit post last month.
Shit, Frank, I didn’t realize you were in the Gem City.
Normally people in this town flip out on the first day of rain, but settle in after that. It’s been pissing down since Monday, so I can’t figure out what the big deal was today. Luckily, I head North, and only to [del]Reagan[/del] Cross County.
I’m not; it was a through route to St. Louis. (My folks live in Dayton.) I usually take70, but since I saw a major fuckup in westbound Indy yesterday, I decided that today I’d return through Cincy, Louisville, and then 64 back home. (Probably a mistake.)