where do they come from?
And how do they always end up driving in front of me?
Yesterday, on the way into work, I run across a guy in a hy-rail truck, who drives slower and slower and slower until he finally stops dead on the expressway, pulls over, and starts yapping on his cellphone. Traffic is heavy enough that I can’t get around him until he gets to the median. And I nearly get creamed by the horde behind me.
We didn’t need Christopher Columbus. This shit proves that the earth is round. No way this guy would EVER have gotten ahead of me if he hadn’t started eighteen years ago,in Peru.
Christ, I need some coffee.
When I hear these things I want t buy a Buffel (Saffer anti mine truck) paint it flourecent pink and DRIVE over the next fucktard that tries this. :-)
Mmmm now I see why you were irritated, not exactly a truck one wishes to give a gentle nudge! By the way, one of the pictures of those rails on that site looks like my Tibia… the one with transverse defects and shelling! Amazing how applied forces work on living bone and steel in similar ways.
That’s exactly why I claim I don’t carry a gun.
Notice the word, claim.
Wow, I think I would have blown a gasket or two just yelling at the guy.
I put up with several of those type assholes every day; if I didn’t see at least one per day it would scare me.
Thank you. Now I know it’s not me. I thought I was the only one who dealt with people who came to full stops at GREEN lights then make a right turn from the left lane across my nose, who’d turn onto another street, and as I make a left turn behind them to proceed likewise, face the surprise of them stopped at the apron, with oncoming traffic coming at me since I’m still in the roadway waiting for them to finish the turn, people for whom I ease to the right for a quick glimpse to let them see that I’m not the one going 40 in a 55, it’s the 17 cars in front of me that are, and still they want to pass and squeeze in front of me (long after I’ve gotten back over to the left), then get irate when I hold my ground and draft the car in front. Let’s not forget the van that was stopped in the left turn lane in front of me at the light, then as I began my left turn, had a change of heart and punched the accelerator to go straight, right at me. And this was an easy week …
You have to wait months for a permit to carry around a small self defense hand tool (gun), yet to get a license to carry around a 2500 pound death box, any damn fool can get one of those in an instant because obviously, many damn fools walk out of the BMV with one everyday.
The hy-rail truck guy; I hate to tell you, but his name is Legion. They’re bad now, but ding dang the rain brings them out in droves.