I could lay into Atlanta drivers for a multitude of sins, stupidities, and errors in judgment. But I won’t. The traffic layouts and general busy hum of the place make good driving difficult and mistakes all-too-easy to make. Plus, the nature of getting around the metro area means people are often frustrated, late, and stressed whether they’ve got horsepower or footpower.
There is one scourge of Atlanta which I’ve managed to avoid in almost every other place I’ve visited. There’s no good excuse for it and frankly, it’s stupid as hell. But I see it constantly: People driving way to fast through parking lots. And especially driving very quickly past people backing out.
It happens to me so often I’ve become a tad paranoid about it, while I witness it at least once a week as long as I keep my eyes peeled. Someone will start backing out, and SUV’s and minivans are common enough that you can count on at least one side of your car bring complete opaque. Then some jackass revs his engine and zooms past you at 30-40 in a parking lot, forcing you to slam on the brakes.
To be blunt, this mystifies me. Yes, take ten goddamn precious seconds and wait for one car to back out. You’re less likely to cause an accident. Shockingly, people in a wide array of car models may not be able to see around the vehicles nearby. And even if they can, they probably won’t see you coming when you stomp on the gas from halfway down the parking lot row. Plus, frankly, I wouldn’t bet on coming off the better in a collision. Odds are you’re going to strike their rear bumper with your dash, as well as driving their car into the next spot. Which is likely to lead to a ticket and a nasty insurance premium hike as cops probably don’t smile on people zooming in parking lots. Not to mention that zipping around lots can be dangerous for pedestrians.
What really got my goat was when I was stuck (between an SUV and a minivan and craning my neck to see) trying to back out. It’s night, visibility is poor but with just enough light that I can’t easily see oncoming headlights - but at least oncoming drivers can see my taillights. And I imagine they do, but three assholes found it easier to zoom past me without warning. Most amusing was the jackass who kept going… only to hit his brakes and stop dead behind me for some reason while honking. Shockingly, this display of good judgment and defensive driving did not inspire me to suddenly develop psychic powers to detect traffic out of my line of sight.
I’ll be blunt. My car sucks. It doesn’t matter if you total it while getting off with a paint scratch - I’m going to win if it comes down to who loses more in a wreck. So for the love of pete, start fucking acting like you’ve got some sense and drive slow and careful in a place with people walking back and forth, backing out of places where they might not see you! You’re protecting your own car and saving your own ass, motherfucker!