We went down to Seattle yesterday to be total tourists. Of course I have roadkill stories.
Aggressive merging
First one was on the way down. I'm cruising along and approaching an on-ramp. There are two cars working their way up to speed with a nice, big long gap between them. By the time we get towards the end, I figure the lead car will be ahead of me and the rear car will merge in behind me.
As the cars are approaching the end of the ramp, I slow down slightly to let the lead car on (I was speeding, admittedly), and the other car was behind me. Until it wasn't, because as we get to the very end, suddenly they're next to me. There's no more ramp yet, they've accelerated to be parallel to me (who has right of way!) and we are soon going to be occupying the same space.
The guy must have braked at the last second, because he whipped in behind me, and then moved over to pass us and rocket off into the sunset.
Not-quite cop pwnage
We finished up our touristy stuff and began to navigate the Mercer Mess at 5pm. We could not have timed that better.
Imagine how giddy I felt as I saw an SUV "blocking the box" in the intersection, and a very angry-looking traffic cop approaching them. Unfortunately, just as the light turned yellow, traffic inched forward just enough for the SUV to get out of the intersection, and Traffic Cop had to go back to directing side-street traffic through the mess.
*sighs*
Brakey McBrakerson
Traffic was a bit messy going home, but fortunately I had a passenger and an HOV lane, so we were cruising along fairly well. In the lane next to us, I saw Brakey McBrakerson. We've all seen this guy before. He speeds up until he's on the ass of the car ahead of him, and then brakes to back off, then speeds up to their ass again, then brakes....unfortunately, he decided to move into our lane and I was stuck behind him. I just sat back and cruised along (with a BMW riding my ass) while watching this guy brake, speed up, brake, speed up....I swear, he made me want to facepalm tears.
I actually made up a new word during this: Moronitude. As in, someone with that level of moronitude should not be allowed to drive on the interstate.
I hit a wall
And my own self-sighting: I made my own contribution to the array of scuff and scrape marks on the walls of the parking garage of the Pacific Science Center. Yep. I made one of those marks.
I may appear on Google Streetview
We saw a Googlemobile driving through the Seattle Center. You can't actually drive through there, but I know they've been working on getting more off-road images lately, so I guess this is one of those projects. Unfortunately, I did not think enough to take a pic of it. All I could do was stare stupidly at it. I did consider chasing after it while screaming "Take me back to Mountain View with you!!!", but there was a Seattle PD officer nearby, so I ended up just standing there watching it drive by.
I will be keeping an eye out to see if Hubs and I appear there. If you do happen to look up the Seattle Center and the streetview option becomes available, and if you see two fat people in front of the monorail station, that's us. Hubs had a black leather jacket, and I had a navy raincoat.
Aggressive merging
First one was on the way down. I'm cruising along and approaching an on-ramp. There are two cars working their way up to speed with a nice, big long gap between them. By the time we get towards the end, I figure the lead car will be ahead of me and the rear car will merge in behind me.
As the cars are approaching the end of the ramp, I slow down slightly to let the lead car on (I was speeding, admittedly), and the other car was behind me. Until it wasn't, because as we get to the very end, suddenly they're next to me. There's no more ramp yet, they've accelerated to be parallel to me (who has right of way!) and we are soon going to be occupying the same space.
The guy must have braked at the last second, because he whipped in behind me, and then moved over to pass us and rocket off into the sunset.
Not-quite cop pwnage
We finished up our touristy stuff and began to navigate the Mercer Mess at 5pm. We could not have timed that better.

Imagine how giddy I felt as I saw an SUV "blocking the box" in the intersection, and a very angry-looking traffic cop approaching them. Unfortunately, just as the light turned yellow, traffic inched forward just enough for the SUV to get out of the intersection, and Traffic Cop had to go back to directing side-street traffic through the mess.

Brakey McBrakerson
Traffic was a bit messy going home, but fortunately I had a passenger and an HOV lane, so we were cruising along fairly well. In the lane next to us, I saw Brakey McBrakerson. We've all seen this guy before. He speeds up until he's on the ass of the car ahead of him, and then brakes to back off, then speeds up to their ass again, then brakes....unfortunately, he decided to move into our lane and I was stuck behind him. I just sat back and cruised along (with a BMW riding my ass) while watching this guy brake, speed up, brake, speed up....I swear, he made me want to facepalm tears.
I actually made up a new word during this: Moronitude. As in, someone with that level of moronitude should not be allowed to drive on the interstate.
I hit a wall

And my own self-sighting: I made my own contribution to the array of scuff and scrape marks on the walls of the parking garage of the Pacific Science Center. Yep. I made one of those marks.
I may appear on Google Streetview

We saw a Googlemobile driving through the Seattle Center. You can't actually drive through there, but I know they've been working on getting more off-road images lately, so I guess this is one of those projects. Unfortunately, I did not think enough to take a pic of it. All I could do was stare stupidly at it. I did consider chasing after it while screaming "Take me back to Mountain View with you!!!", but there was a Seattle PD officer nearby, so I ended up just standing there watching it drive by.
I will be keeping an eye out to see if Hubs and I appear there. If you do happen to look up the Seattle Center and the streetview option becomes available, and if you see two fat people in front of the monorail station, that's us. Hubs had a black leather jacket, and I had a navy raincoat.
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