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Road Rage! An Article by |
I'm
Going to Plant my Foot Directly... Have you ever had one of these days? It's
a nice day, you're in a fine mood, tooling around in your automobile. When suddenly, the
road seems to be crowded with the people that would manage to drive like shit if you
parked their damn car. The person behind you is riding your ass, the person in front of
you is going 20 mph below the speed limit, and it seems that they're not sure when to
brake. Time for your best automobile outing friend to make an appearance.. you know him as
Road Rage! "What the hell is your problem?! Did
a goddamn circus clown teach you how to drive?!" You know the expletive drill. I
experience this after about 5 minutes in a car. I don't know how many times I've been in
my car, taking a left (when I have the right of way, mind you) and some assf*ck in a
jacked up truck will fly through the intersection. I mean, how much easier can they have
it with the traffic signals? Apparently colored dots are too complex for these people.
Maybe we just need a large boot to kick them in the ass when they're supposed to go. Hell,
strap a pole on top of their vehicle with beernuts on the end and you'll see that truck
move. But what about my driving? I'm sure I've
pissed people off with my driving. I have a friend that drives a '91 Camaro, pimped out
like any rice boy vehicle should be (given, it's not a Honda Civic), and even HE get's
scared when he's in the vehicle with me. I've been given the finger, yelled, and honked at
countless times. Do I care? Not really. How often do I go through the same thing? Almost
everytime I back out of my driveway. People seemed to have forgotten that a large red
octagon imprinted with the letters S T O P means that they need to apply the break for 3
god forsaken seconds. I've been in accidents, near accidents,
and times when the skin got scraped off my balls. But these weren't due to me driving like
a maniac, these were due to common mistakes, either mine or theirs. I was rear-ended in my
dads blazer (first time he allowed me to drive it, it took me about an hour of begging) by
some guy that accidentally let off the brakes at an intersection because he dropped a CD,
while talking on a cell phone. What did I do? Got out, and asked him if everyone in his
vehicle was alright. He looked at me like I was on crack. When I see some idiot running through stop signs, intersections, weaving through cars going 90+...I just can't wait to see them make the wrong move, even if it'll probably happen to me someday. |
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