Driving

It’s always kind of funny when the subject of bad driving comes up. Everyone has crazy stories about how other people are bad drivers, but no one really wants to admit that they are just as guilty when it comes to bad/crazy driving. We’ve all done our fair share of stupid driving stunts.

I can remember my first idiotic driving incident. I had just gotten my license, and my grandma asked me to go to the post office for her. Isn’t it funny how when you drive by yourself for the first time you don’t know how to get to somewhere you’ve been a thousand times before? That’s beside the point. Anyway, I get to the post office and go inside. After mailing some letters, I get back inside my car. I put the car in drive and pull forward. EEKEKEDSDNASEIW!!! That’s kind of what it sounded like. Apparently there was a concrete kit kat parking bar thing in front of the car that I didn’t see. What’s funny though is that your first thought after doing something like that isn’t worrying about damaging your vehicle. It’s usually wondering if anyone saw you do the stupidest thing in the world. Fortunately, no one else saw me. What’s even funnier though is that I told that story at the lunch table, and I wasn’t the only one who did that at the post office.

I was at a four-way stop today, and it inspired me to write this entry about what ticks me off when it comes to driving along with my driving habits. Today’s incident has been recently happening to me a lot lately. So I pull up to the four-way stop. I’m the last car to pull up. Obviously I have to wait for the three other cars that are there before me before I can go. The car directly ahead of me goes straight. The car to my right takes a left turn. The car on my left goes straight. Now…it is my turn. I am going straight. I release my brake to start to pull forward. OMG WTF?!! Why is this car on my right trying to turn left when it’s my turn. Enough is enough! I’m going to pull out anyway. So I did. The car who was turning left slammed on their brakes shocked that I purposely drove in front of them risking getting hit. I look at the girl and say, “It was my turn!” There was this kid walking on the sidewalk who saw the whole thing. He was laughing pretty hard. For me, seeing something happen very rarely on the road doesn’t provoke me to anger, but when it happens steadily I just get sick of it altogether. If you see me at a four-way stop, please do not steal my turn.

My golden rule when it comes to driving is: If I would have done it too, I do not have a right to get angry. I’d like to think I do a good job at following that rule. I most commonly have to think about this rule when it comes to people pulling out in front of me. I hate having to wait for cars when it’s me who needs to pull out. So I do some pretty risky maneuvers…especially when I’m leaving Which Wich. But my favorite thing to do to someone who has pulled out in front of me is to accelerate and try to scare them. It’s like they need to pay for what they just did to me. Sometimes just seeing the reaction on their faces is worth it, and I’m ok.

One of my favorite things to do though is the fake rage routine. This usually occurs when someone does something stupid, but I’m not really angered about it. Out of boredom, I’ll do this fake rage routine to get a reaction from them. Anything from sticking my hand out of my moon roof and flipping them off as long as they are in sight to just honking non stop at them. Just anything to make it seem as if I’m super pissed at them. One time, I almost threw a CD at a car, but I decided that it might not be the best thing to do. There’s just a lot more I could write about on this subject, but I have to go to class now.

I guess If you were to learn anything from this, I like to fight bad driving with crazy driving.