I’m taking a break from the "Hillary Lied" diaries to bitch and vent about a recent pet peeve I’ve acquired. I decided to reach out and vent to all of you, my online family, because bitching to my actual family is far less satisfying.
I was driving into work this morning, my little Mini Pooper simultaneously in front of, and behind a monstrous SUV. It makes me nervous – I have superior cornering capability, I can stop faster, I can accellerate better, but I can’t use the convertible top to keep the SUV tires off my head if the asshole behind me can’t corner or stop.
The roads I drive on the way to work are twisty – I drive the back roads ‘cause I’m happy to save myself the aggravation of parking on a highway for half of my commute.
Of course, I’m not alone in this attempt to circumnavigate the West Side of Baltimore, and for a few months now I’ve been amusing myself by counting how many times the friggin’ Ford-o-Saurus I’m following was going to cross the double yellow line with both left tires as it attempts to waggle its huge ass through the various twists and turns of these back roads.
Generally, the number of times this happens is the same as the number of twists in the road. It’s not even a matter of "if", this vehicle is going to cross the line, it is a matter of "how far into the other lane" the driver feels he or she is able to co-opt depending on oncoming traffic. If there is a car coming the other way, or [gasp] another SUV, you can bet the farm that the brake lights are coming on. Slowing down because the clown in front purchased a vehicle that same clown cannot drive is annoying to those of us that can easily take the same turn at 50+mph.
For a minimal increase in personal safety the SUV provides, the drivers of these vehicles put the rest of us in mortal peril by apparently being incapable of doing what the rest of us have done since Kindergarten – stay inside the lines. I’m often forced to the right on turns by an oncoming asshole that bought a vehicle that cannot remain in its own lane.
My neighbor’s dinged up and scraped up Lincoln Navigator is another story for another diary.
It comes down to what I like to call "SUV Arrogance".
* They like the view from up high
* Others should get out of "their" way
* They use more than their fair share of fuel
* They use more than their fair share of road
* They pull up next to my Mini at a stop sign and effectively eliminate my ability to determine if it’s safe to pull out. I just have to wait for them to pull out first.
* Chances are when they do; others will have to brake to accommodate them.
Fucking self centered arrogant assholes. Present company excluded, of course.