Why I hate being tied to my car.
I hate other drivers. I suppose this is partly related to the fact that my schedule has me in traffic during morning and evening rush hour every weekday, but I also think that it has to do with the fact that other drivers are inconsiderate at best, and dumb as rocks at worst.
First, the people who won’t let you change lanes if you turn your signals on. I assure you, NOT letting me in, isn’t going to get you to your destination any faster.
Then the people who not only don’t signal their lane changes, but do the slow drift from one lane to another. This move is even better when the driver is traveling at 75-80% of your speed and the waft over in front of you as if it simply isn’t possible that you could hit them.
My favorite is when someone tailgates me. I signal to pull over a lane, and they decide to speed up and go around me (again, no signals). This usually results in some confusion, and a near-rear-ending of my car.
Well, this isn’t turning out to be quite the rant I thought it would. I simply cannot recall all the rude moves I’ve experienced on the road even this week alone. However, the moral of the story is that my blood boils at these stupid encounters, and I should truthfully find a way to excuse myself from driving at all. Let the barbarians have the road; I’ll just walk civilly.
Edited to add: The too slow person in front of you, who speeds up when you politely go around so that you can’t pass them and slip back into the lane you were in. Passive aggressive driving nonsense.
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