Do you not understand the concept conveyed by ‘Blind Corner’? Thats BLIND, fuckwit.
OK, to backtrack a little, in order to drive home from work, I have to travel along a number of narrow, twisting country roads. These are single lane roads, not the sort that you would normally consider overtaking another car on unless you can actually see the other side of the road.
So today, I’m driving along as usual. I can actually see the other side of the road as I’m coming up to a corner, but not my side of the road. Ok, not unusual on this stretch - but you can’t see my side of the road if you’re on it coming in the other direction.
So I round this corner, thinking that on my side of the road the only vehicles I’m likely to see are going to be travelling in the same direction as me - um, NO! About 30 yards away from me and travelling about 60mph is you, trying to overtake someone. Leaving me with the only option being to stand (and I do mean STAND) on the brakes and hurl my car into a ditch to make way for you.
Did you slow down? No. Did you stop trying to overtake? No. Where did you learn to drive, shit-for-brains? Do you, perchance, think that the road is your own private speedway? REALITY CHECK, asshole. There are people in the world who are NOT going in the same direction as you. If I hadn’t been so intent on not getting killed, I would have taken down your license and had you charged with dangerous driving.
I seriously hope that one of these days - if you try this manouvre again - you will lose control of your car and end up squicked by a tree (this is, of course, assuming that you are the only casualty).
Go take some driving lessons, or better still, take your car back to wherever you bought it and vow never to drive anywhere else in your entire, miserable existance.
Nuthin’ like a near-death experience to elicit a first post.
I hate all other drivers on the road except me. Everyone is either going too fucking slow or too fucking fast, or else they’re just really fucking stupid.
My small town has been invaded by suburban-types who drive the “luxury” SUV’s… you know, the ones that will never, ever, ever see even a speck of mud on their immaculately polished clearcoat finishes? The ones I want to take out with a rocket launcher when I’m surrounded by them at a traffic light? The ones who have turned the formerly clear air around here increasingly smoggy? ::snarl::
Now… if it’s actually USED as the truck it’s meant to be, more power to ya. (And yes, ripping all the crap out of the back and adding couches and inflatable mattresses is acceptable ;))
We use ours to take stuff up to our cabin in the mountains . . . picture enough food for a weekend stuffed in the back of the thing and my mother and one of my sisters and my brother going along with her. Running water inasmuch as we bottle it down here because we don’t pay for water service. No washing machine or dryer. We don’t wash the thing. It rains. I figure that’s good enough.
And no, I’m not trying to be macho here. I’m just not the type of person you described.
The SUVs that creep me out are the ones so big that they have to have an LED blinker on the side mirror, because you often can’t see either the front or back ones. Damn those things are creepily huge. The rest ore kinda fun to drive over the meadows though (I got to do this for a job).
Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh. Yup, why can’t more people drive considerately? I have a real problem with Sunday morning drivers - you know, the kind that will go out to some real narrow, windy country lane (just like above, in fact), and drive at 40 mph below the speed limit. It’s impossible to overtake on those kinds of roads (unless, of course, you’re as stupid as the person I described).
The thing I don’t understand is SUV’s in SF. It’s hard e-fucking-nough to find a parking spot here. Those things make it that much worse. I’ve even seen them go into compact spaces.
:In twilight zone voice:
“Imagine, if you will, a city, where Ford Expeditions are crammed into compact spaces. We call this city, … San Francisco.”
Now you made me miss my old van. I had a leather sofa and love seat in the back of that thing. Before that, I had it full of plastic balls. You know, the kind at Chuck E Cheese’s. It was a ball pit about 2 feet deep. Man that was fun. ::sniff sniff:: I miss that van soooo much. Too bad some drunk bastard had to crash into it and total it. While it was parked in front of my house no less. Assholes, everyone of them!!
Oh oh oh oh!!! This pisses me off to no fucking end!!
Our family farm’s driveway is at the top of a hill (yeah, I know that “hill” and “Central Minnesota” is an oxymoron, but bear with me). Note I said farm. Note that large, slow-moving vehicles are often associated with farm. Note that most of our fields are located south of said hill. Note that large, slow-moving vehicles must head north to the driveway and take a left to turn into said driveway.
Go ahead, ask me how many times I hear about some fucking asswipe decides he just can’t wait that extra 2 minutes before passing **on the fucking hill just as the tractor is taking that left turn!!![b/]
It truly is a miracle that no one in my family has yet killed someone, either accidentally or on purpose.
