Dropping the Oglet off at fencing
last night, I took EIGHTEEN MINUTES TO DRIVE THEFOUR MILES FROM THE FENCING CLUB TO MY HOUSE.
Look, buddy. In case you don’t know what it is you’re driving, it’s a BMW Alpina B7. I imagine you know that it cost proud of 120k, because you have the “European delivery program” sticker still displayed in the back window.
It has a 500 hp V-8. You can think about the gas pedal and it will accelerate to the speed limit, you don’t have to drive 12 mpg in a 45. That line of cars behind me, is also behind you.
And finally I got on a four lane road and pulled alongside him. DWA. Sheesh.
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Charleston is FULL of BMW’s and Benz assholes. They’re not in a hurry to get thru the lights, even after an insufferable wait, not in a hurry to change their lane, but will only go halfway as they ease their burdensome debt into the lane over like it were an old woman lifting her long skirt to step over a puddle. They are the elite, the privileged, and want you to feel their disdain for your quotidian need to actually get somewhere.
Had a buddy once who’s dream car was a Boss 302 Mustang, he said if he ever got one he’d NEVER drive fast, he’d want to make sure everyone SAW him in it. Maybe a similar attitude? “Hey, look at me, I’m driving a car worth more than most families MAKE in a year!”
These people are what snowplow blades on a Ford F-350 were designed for.
lol. And bumper covers.
If we made Driving While Asian punishable by thumbscrews, it might be less prevalent, but I have no idea.
Easiest way to blind an Asian?
Put a windshield in front of him.
Proving, as always, that it’s not what car you have, but how you drive it, that matters.
(Which is why I’m often muttering at people to get out of the way of my 77 horsepower Mercedes.
“The pedal on the right makes it GO FASTER. I know your car is faster than mine, because every car sold in the US in the past 20 years is faster than mine! GO! Christ! I assure you you’re nowhere near the speed limit and the road is clean and dry! GO!”
It’s just worse when their vehicle is notionally “sporty”.)
Doing 12 mph in a 45 the whole entire way, I’ll be devil’s advocate and guess there was car trouble. Maybe the wipers failed, maybe the clogged fuel filter was choking the fuel line, maybe there was a suspension problem and he/she was getting it home before the ball joint finally gave way, and driving slow enough so as not to die in the attempt. Been there in cars, and God knows in the crappy equipment the trucking company gave me to run.
That being said, 1) put on the flashers, and 2) pull over where able so the conga line could pass.
MTS: When they got on the 4 lane they did 55. Let me repeat this: A Brand New. $120,000 car.
Drunk as a skunk. First indication of driving while drunk is very slow car.
He would have blown the candle out with flame. I have the local PD on speed dial for just such occasions.
Paul b: You’re doing God’s work, sir.
+ paulb +…and here’s a tip from a retired cop: when you call that one in to the DUII tip line, don’t emphasize that it’s a slow diriver, emphasize that the driver is unaware of his surroundings. Make and report mental notes of little things that would have engaged the attention of normal drivers, but the snail overlooked, such as any hazard, the line of cars tailgating him, etc.
In Kali we call ’em chunts.
Chinese c*nts.
Thousands of ’em.
Plenty of them in the PacNorWest, too, but diversity has teeth here, and we can’t use the word c*nt, so they are sunts*.
*etiology: word derived in the 1973 Multnomah County, Oregon Sheriff’s Office Deputy Sheriff Recruit Academy, along with the original Scumbag Field Execution Report Form…
Heh. I thought DWA meant, “driving while asshole.”
They do not use indicators as well, cos they cost so much to replace.