I hate being a passenger.
Not so much with the ogwife, who drives normally. or any of a bunch of other people I know, I just hate being a passenger in a car being driven by a moron.
You know the type.
Keep the speedo at the shift range of the transmission so the trans is constantly shifting back and forth between gears.
Keep one foot on the brake and the other on the accelerator.
Shift from reverse to forward WHILE STILL MOVING without braking.
There are a million other peeves, but these are the ones that make me break out in fuck-you-up-if-you-don’t-stop-that-right-now.
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I hate the ones who for the life of them cannot hold the steering wheel still on a straight road. They’ve gotta be sawing at it, constantly over correcting. Then hang on for curves, ’cause yer going for a ride.
I may be off a peg, but my take on this post was political, and,
couldn’t agree more!
Must have been driving with one of your clients.
Add in the:
Fine if you’re gonna tailgate a slow mover.
But if that slow mover is in the right lane and there are two perfectly empty passing lanes to the left – STOP it because I need to bust your head b4 I bust a vein.
So Og, when eezakly were you riding with my Mother in Law?
I let her take me and the Missus to the airport once in the early 70’s. Never rode with her again. Worst damn driver in the Western Hemisphere.
At the end of her driving career, in the late 90’s she started out from Seattle one sunny Sat. morning to go to Portland, OR. We got a call at 0:Dark:30 Monday from the Roundup, Montana PD wanting to know if we knew a V****y B****t. We’re still waiting for a coherent explanation of that one. We finally convinced her to abandon her car there and take the Greyhound home.
Braking with the left foot ought to be a hanging offense.
You’d like riding with me. I drive a 5-speed, so I’m always in the “right” gear. Plus I drive like an old man (even though I’m not). Plus it’s a pickup truck, so extra points for that.
One of my pet peeves is the binary driver: They are always either on the throttle or on the brake, no coasting for them… And G_d forbid they get off the gas roll towards the red light in front of them.
Also high on the list are the doofi who don’t know what “closing rate” means and make the lane change to pass (and damn-near cut me off) when they are within a car length of the slower car instead of 300′ back in to a clear lane where they would be (and stay) behind me..
I once rode from Muncie to Metamora with my college roommate. MY GOD, she hit 35 mph between two stop signs a block apart, was always either flooring the accelerator or stomping the brake (and this was on country roads during sleet/ice conditions) and clutched the steering wheel like it was the last life preserver on the Titanic. And she wondered why her cars always fell apart after five or six thousand miles of her driving.
Of course, she was generally incompetent in most areas, so it wasn’t that great of a surprise. Still the hairiest ride of my life that didn’t involve a downpour or whiteout conditions.
Failure to merge at highway speed when appropriate, and failure to keep right except to pass.
Usually makes me wonder why I still haven’t mounted those flexible twin .50s on the bed of my Ram 1500.