I'm already tired of winning.
There's a section of San Diego known as Rancho Bernardo, aka Rancho Wrinkle. It's not uncommon there to drive behind a 1996 Buick LeSabre doing 5 mph less than the speed limit in the right lane with the left-turn indicator blinking. The driver's head, covered with blue gray hair, barely peeks above the seat back. Is she going straight? Turning left? Turning right? Is it possible to pass her? Fortunately, they don't get up very early, so it's possible to get to work on time in the mornings.
HAHAHAHAHA! In that case, the operative word is USE your turn signal.HAHAHAHA!
It'd do my blood pressure some good at least..
I am lucky they don't have laser guns as an option on cars. I would be out of control, cleaning up the highways.
I've seen some drivers that need that engraved in their windshield. My favorite are the drivers that get scared - because they know they're not using their turn signal - and turn it on in the middle of a turn.
LOL! Yeah...like that'll help now....I love to people watch, and watching people drive is a favorite.
I was a professional driver for 20 years and even though I thought I'd seen it all, every now and then some driver would do something so insane I could only shake my head dazedly.. lol
Morris, have you seen a woman driver applying her mascara in morning rush hour traffic? I've also seen one guy shaving and reading his newspaper on his drive in to work. Made me want to lay on the airhorn so they had to clean out their pants when they got where ever they were going.
God looks after children and idiots...and, for the most part, poor drivers. I mean, most of them DO make it home.I was driving along behind a car once when the driver SLAMMED on the brakes and came to a complete stop for no apparent reason about 500 feet from the intersection which was a four-way stop. WTH? The car then simply sat in the middle of the lane for about 2 minutes (which is an interminably long time when you're sitting there going, "WTH? WTF? WHAAAAT?") So finally, I gently tapped on my horn, sort of a, "Hey? You got any particular PLANS?" This seemed to startle the driver, which I had observed was a little old lady (NO! You're surprised by that, I know), and she jumped and then slooooooooooooowly inched forward all the way to the stop sign. For the LIFE of me, I could not figure out what she was doing until I saw her car drive over this very large word painted on the road:AHEADSuddenly I knew what the first word painted on the road and now behind us was as we approached the stop sign.STOPHOLY SHIT! She had suddenly read the STOP on the road and so she'd stopped. Immediately. And then couldn't figure out whether to continue.I started laughing so hard I almost had to pull over.For safety's sake, and because this was a very chi-chi little town in California, some genius had thought to paint:STOPAHEADon the pavement before the actual stop sign intersection, so that you could read it as you approached the OBVIOUS stop sign. And it had confused the hell out of the woman.THAT was the day she should have relinquished her license.Oh Good Lord!!!