That's a shouting thread.

What the hell were you thinking about when you aimed your car exactly where mine was going to be in ten seconds? Did you think to swivel your ugly spiked and frosted over-thirty-and-pretending-you're-not hairdo'd head to look in your fucking side mirror before you can within inches of ramming into my car you stupid shit-for-brains ditz?

What the fuck you idiot, do you think yours is the only car on the goddamned road, or that you can swerve all over both lanes in search of a fucking parking place you selfish unobservant pig? You shouldn't be allowed behind the wheel in a soap-box derby racer, let alone a real car you mouth-breathing fool.

Only because I braked savagely was an accident averted you stupid stupid fool. Get off the road you stupid bitch!

sciurus's rules of interstate driving etiquette [selflink]

orth - good thing you braked. There are so many idiots out there. Most are best left alone to raise insurance rates for the rest of us.

Honk the horn!

I think I honked, but am not sure, I was concentrating on braking and preparing for impact with the moronic bitch's car.

sciurus is motherfuckin' wise in the ways of not driving like a motherfucker.

Four words: Stebel Compact Nautilus Horn.

(The horn is for expressing yourself after you've successfully completed your avoidance manuver of course. For the life of me, I'll never understand why some people's lower brainstem uses that OH-FU@K fraction of a second to move the hand to the horn, rather than coordinate braking and steering.)

So, how much faster than 'the bitch' were you driving?

I had a Nautilus Horn moment yesterday. Some fuckhead swerved across a raised median and then accelerated to get into the 1/4-car-length space between me and the very large truck that was merging into my lane. As I was barely avoiding the collision, I screamed myself hoarse at him, but he probably didn't hear me because the very large truck, which had to swerve onto the shoulder, was blasting its horn. And because I had my windows up.

It must be a full moon or something because I've had people just randomly pulling out in front of me the last few days too.

I blame Bush.

I nearly got creamed by a guy in an SUV on his cell phone (what a surprise!) I had a green light, was entering the intersection (I noticed a couple of cars a head of me, making rights from the traffic stopped on the crossroad.) THis guy, not wanting to wait on line like the rest of the drivers AT THE RED LIGHT, blasted through the intersection right in front of me. If I'd been two miles an hour faster, I'd have been broadsided.
Ever since my accident two years ago, when a woman made a hasty left in front of me that totalled my car, I've been leery at intersections.

God, I hate to drive. I'm awful at it and find the whole experience terrifying and unpleasant. The thing is, I realize I suck and therefore try to drive as courteously and, more important, as infrequently as possible.

I love driving. Driving would be great if not for all the traffic.

I love driving. I hate that no one Uses Their Freaking Turn Signal, and assumes, when I use my turn signal to say "Hey, I'm merging here!" or "Hey, I'm turning here!" that I'm actually just addlepated and perhaps a bit slow.