I seem to be having some trouble adapting to city traffic. It's rare that I can go anywhere without someone else driving like a blind paraplegic and nearly causing an accident, then getting upset at ME like it's my fault they're texting, eating, and watching Netflix on their iPad while going 70 in a 35 zone, straddling two lanes, and running every stoplight in town. It's as if they're homed in on me like a missile. The NSA monitoring device on my chassis must double as a moron-magnet.
This morning, I pulled onto the street and there was a car 70 - 80 yards away so I thought I was safe. Well it was going way too fast and almost rear-ended me, then the driver laid on the horn and backed off to a safe distance.
She was really upset that she had to quit speeding behind me and decided to push me around some. To get a picture of how ridiculous this was, she was driving a Mitsubishi Eclipse. For those of you who don't know what an Eclipse is, it's a little two-door fake sports car for people who can't afford a real fake sports car such as a Mustang. It's one step down from a Grand Am with alloy rims as far as sports-car-iness. I drive a diesel-powered four-door Silverado 2500HD with a factory 3" lift kit. Except for buses, I'm typically the largest vehicle on the road. My truck outweighs her car by more than double!
I kept from acting on it, but I really, really wanted to tap my brakes and cause her to rear-end me. I've been rear-ended by much worse before, and it didn't damage my truck at all but totaled the other car. She couldn't have been more than a foot or two away and we were going 40 mph by this point so even the lightest braking would have done it. Her front end would have been wedged and crushed under my bed. Eventually she passed me, glaring at me the whole time. I watched her speed away, changing lanes every few seconds to get ahead of the next car. I wonder how many more near-accidents she had this morning.
I wonder if I'd have done her a favor. The sooner she realizes she and her faux-sports car are not invulnerable, the safer the roads will be when she's driving.
These drivers really make me terrified of what'll happen when my motorcycle gets repaired and I switch from a 7,000-pound vehicle to a 240-pounder for my daily driving. Maybe I should trade my bike for a hay spike, perhaps people will be more sensible around me if tailgating means risking getting impaled by a 5-foot-long steel spike.
You guys got any stories of other drivers that just make your blood boil?
This morning, I pulled onto the street and there was a car 70 - 80 yards away so I thought I was safe. Well it was going way too fast and almost rear-ended me, then the driver laid on the horn and backed off to a safe distance.
She was really upset that she had to quit speeding behind me and decided to push me around some. To get a picture of how ridiculous this was, she was driving a Mitsubishi Eclipse. For those of you who don't know what an Eclipse is, it's a little two-door fake sports car for people who can't afford a real fake sports car such as a Mustang. It's one step down from a Grand Am with alloy rims as far as sports-car-iness. I drive a diesel-powered four-door Silverado 2500HD with a factory 3" lift kit. Except for buses, I'm typically the largest vehicle on the road. My truck outweighs her car by more than double!
I kept from acting on it, but I really, really wanted to tap my brakes and cause her to rear-end me. I've been rear-ended by much worse before, and it didn't damage my truck at all but totaled the other car. She couldn't have been more than a foot or two away and we were going 40 mph by this point so even the lightest braking would have done it. Her front end would have been wedged and crushed under my bed. Eventually she passed me, glaring at me the whole time. I watched her speed away, changing lanes every few seconds to get ahead of the next car. I wonder how many more near-accidents she had this morning.
I wonder if I'd have done her a favor. The sooner she realizes she and her faux-sports car are not invulnerable, the safer the roads will be when she's driving.
These drivers really make me terrified of what'll happen when my motorcycle gets repaired and I switch from a 7,000-pound vehicle to a 240-pounder for my daily driving. Maybe I should trade my bike for a hay spike, perhaps people will be more sensible around me if tailgating means risking getting impaled by a 5-foot-long steel spike.
You guys got any stories of other drivers that just make your blood boil?
) I got into an incident with a guy and thought that I had to defend my manhood. All I got for my trouble was 7 stitches below my right eye. Lesson learned.
