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These two drivers scared me so bad that I'm seriously debating not renewing my license when it expires next year. Driving's convenient, but not when other people out there can't comprehend basic safety.
The first such case happened while I was driving home on the Pike. I managed to get stuck in the leftmost lane because the middle was literally crammed with semis. In all honesty, I doubt there was more than 20 ft of space between each truck, they were that close. So I was in the leftmost lane trying to get around them and find my way back into the middle lane when this little red sports car comes flying up on my bumper and pulls all the stops - flashing headlights, backing and roaring up, the works. Meanwhile I still can't move out of his way because of the trucks, and there's no way I'm going to try to force myself in. So I wait to try until I know I can get over safely.
It's still not enough for this guy, so when I do finally manage to get out of his way (at almost 80 mph, I might as well add) he looks back at me with a sneer, flipping me the bird and waving goodbye before rocketing off.
Then just today I was waiting at a traffic when it turned green. I was getting ready to take my right when a Buick across from me decides he wants to take the left first and cuts me off, making me hit my brakes. This red Mustang (huh...it's always a red car...) blares his horn at me because how dare I stop rather than let myself T-bone another car? I think nothing of it, take my turn and continue on until I hit the next red light. My windows were down so I could enjoy the weather before it turns ugly. At the light there are two lanes: one to go straight and the other to turn left. The Mustang pulls into the left lane and yells at me through the window "You need to learn how to drive, you little f***ing c***!" All I could think of to say back was "You're one to talk" before rolling my window up, because as far as I was concerned if he had that kind of temper after I had stopped because of another driver, I didn't want to see what else he was capable of. Thank god he was taking the left at that light, so I could go straight and lose him, and got a slight sliver of satisfaction when he actually got stuck in the middle of the intersection because oncoming traffic didn't want to yield to him *heh. Wonder why*
By the time I got home I was shaking, I was just angry that he actually had the gall to call me out on my safe driving when I'm sure if we had traded places, he would have been the one to T-bone that Buick. I debated making a call to the police station about it, but I didn't have his plate number, just a physical description of him and the car. That, and the might not have done anything about it at all.
I'm just so tired of this. I just want to get from point A to point B, without problems. Is that too much to ask?
The first such case happened while I was driving home on the Pike. I managed to get stuck in the leftmost lane because the middle was literally crammed with semis. In all honesty, I doubt there was more than 20 ft of space between each truck, they were that close. So I was in the leftmost lane trying to get around them and find my way back into the middle lane when this little red sports car comes flying up on my bumper and pulls all the stops - flashing headlights, backing and roaring up, the works. Meanwhile I still can't move out of his way because of the trucks, and there's no way I'm going to try to force myself in. So I wait to try until I know I can get over safely.
It's still not enough for this guy, so when I do finally manage to get out of his way (at almost 80 mph, I might as well add) he looks back at me with a sneer, flipping me the bird and waving goodbye before rocketing off.
Then just today I was waiting at a traffic when it turned green. I was getting ready to take my right when a Buick across from me decides he wants to take the left first and cuts me off, making me hit my brakes. This red Mustang (huh...it's always a red car...) blares his horn at me because how dare I stop rather than let myself T-bone another car? I think nothing of it, take my turn and continue on until I hit the next red light. My windows were down so I could enjoy the weather before it turns ugly. At the light there are two lanes: one to go straight and the other to turn left. The Mustang pulls into the left lane and yells at me through the window "You need to learn how to drive, you little f***ing c***!" All I could think of to say back was "You're one to talk" before rolling my window up, because as far as I was concerned if he had that kind of temper after I had stopped because of another driver, I didn't want to see what else he was capable of. Thank god he was taking the left at that light, so I could go straight and lose him, and got a slight sliver of satisfaction when he actually got stuck in the middle of the intersection because oncoming traffic didn't want to yield to him *heh. Wonder why*
By the time I got home I was shaking, I was just angry that he actually had the gall to call me out on my safe driving when I'm sure if we had traded places, he would have been the one to T-bone that Buick. I debated making a call to the police station about it, but I didn't have his plate number, just a physical description of him and the car. That, and the might not have done anything about it at all.
I'm just so tired of this. I just want to get from point A to point B, without problems. Is that too much to ask?
Renew it anyhow. You have to deal with idiot drivers on a bike and on foot anyhow, and it's useful as ID. (And you never get used to being yelled at. It still throws you for a loop, and makes you wish for a light sabre every time).
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