Dude was too close to see my brake lights! If I’d have tapped my brakes he would have driven right over me! But the beer bottle idea does have merit. I think I’ll go home now and work on my arsenal.
…huh huh…I said “arse” …
I just completed the dreaded San Diego to San Jose run. There’s a 90-mile stretch from southern OC up to the top of The Valley – it doesn’t matter what lane you are in. There are people coming at you from every direction at high rates of speed. Somehow it never occurs to them that sometimes other drivers just CAN’T get out of their way. If I had changed lanes every time someone pulled up on my bumper, I would’ve worn out my steering wheel on Sunday morning.
The I-15 out to Vegas is like that on the weekends, too. But that stretch is three times as long and often only a four-lane road.
No, mustachioed Frenchmen, apparently.
Sounds like Nashville. It doesn’t matter how fast you go, there’s always someone jetting up your tailpipe.
At least if he’d rear-ended you he could’ve given you a ride for a quarter…
I was almost killed last night turning into my driveway. My driveway is a right turn about 25 feet following a right turn at an intersection. I turned the corner and apparently the guy four feet behind me thought that my blinker was just still on from that turn, because when I started slowing and turning into my driveway it was his cue to speed up and cut around me on the right. Between me and the driveway, with so little room he had to leave the road entirely and drive across two lawns.
Ha!
My best buddy has a very very similar car, but dark blue.
Don’t know the year, but his is pretty close to cherry.
Fun little skateboard.
How do you know?
Actually, a light tap on the brake pedal should turn on the brake lights without actually slowing you down.
Try tapping the brake with your left foot and keeping your right foot on the accelerator. This flashes the brake lights while maintaining your speed.
This doesn’t work too well in a stick, for more than one reason.
I like driving in France, but honest to god tailgating is the national pastime there. After a while, you don’t even bother letting them pass because one minute later there is a new asshole back there.
And sometimes it’s a mustachioed Frenchwoman.
Well, that’s fine and all, but did you do it in less than 12 parsecs? 'Cause I think Han Solo’s got you beat, here…
(don’t mind me, it’s lame joke Wednesday around here…)
Just recently I was working a short ways out of town. I had to drive on our major highway every day (Deerfoot Trail/#2 Hwy) to get there. There is a long-term construction project on that highway, reducing the speed to 80 kph for about two kilometers. The police ticket people aggressively in that stretch - I saw them in there two, maybe three times a week (Calgary police don’t do much enforcement anywhere - two or three times a week is almost unheard of). When I drove 80 kph in the construction zone, I was tailgated nearly every day, usually by semis who I can only assume knew better. The ticket for speeding in a construction zone runs hundreds of dollars (double fine with workers in it), not to mention, you know, killing workers. Idiots, every one (the drivers, not the workers).
My other peeve for tailgaters is people who tailgate me in their mom-mobiles through school and playground zones. I’m driving slowly for YOUR GODDAMN KIDS, DO YOU THINK YOU COULD BACK THE FUCK OFF? That one kinda bugs me.
I have hardly ever seen this work except in the movies.
Your typical tailgater is so clueless that brake lights have no meaning whatsoever, except maybe as a pretty color.
“Whaat’s thaaat…(crash)”
How many you figure you can fit in the back of that thing? Five or Six cases worth? I hope your not going to amass them all today.
Would those be considered Weapons of Ass Distraction (since they get the guy off your butt)?
You know, it’s got some pretty serious trunk space without even counting all the room under the hood (that whole front-end wedge? empty except for the spare tire). But I don’t think I’d get more than one or two tossed out before I became a red smudge on the pavement.
I just gave it a little road test today. There are 2 reasons I don’t drive that car like a madman. Firstly, it would not be prudent to do so except in the controlled setting of a professional track, and secondly I got it to accellerate from 0-60 in seventeen seconds. I think it may have lost some compression in the last 260,000 miles. But folks still want me to drive crazy all the damn time! I’m getting pretty good at playing the part of “middle-aged sensible man who doesn’t have time for your ricer.” I’m not smoking any V8s anytime soon. 
Still, it’ll get to 110mph without breathing heavy and with plenty of tach to go before redline, just takes a while is all.
I’m installing one of these: SEMA 2006: Autoloc Car Flamethrower in the 52 Chevy pickup/350 v8 I´ve been building for the last ten years. Maybe I won´t use it on tailgaters. Maybe…
I knew you were the track hot shoe at heart.
I honk in your general direction, you teensy Japonaise Pucketcar!
Not to be mean or anything, but you just described my Corolla.