Road Rage

There are certain people who know me very well about my feelings toward stupid, irritating drivers. Yes, I said stupid. Seriously, if you can't talk and drive at the same time then get out of my way.


Don't get me started on Motorcycles. I DO SEE YOU! You just don't see me! Jerk Off. Just because you think you are almighty Road God does not make you the perfect driver. If you would just stop with the hand signals and dirty looks I would get out of your way.


To the cranky old smoking hag who drives a maroon jalopy. I am not going to speed through a school zone. I don't need a ticket, so go take your cigarettes and go hack up a lung. Monday through Friday I drive thru 3 school zones on 7th east and 8 times out of 10 I see a speed trap. (Hint, hint, the one the cops love the most is the one by Trolley Square going south bound.)


Just because you are right on my bumper with your lights in my rearview and side mirrors does not mean I am going to go faster. I know this trick because I occasionally drive an SUV. So drink your Mocha Cafe Frappy thingy and ride someone else's bumper.


Last of all, please use your signals and check before you change lanes. Yes, this is aimed at the Toyota Fienza driver that veered in between me and another driver the other day.

Now, to all I may offended with this Road Rage blog. I care enough to type this sentence but that's it. Remember what your Driver's Ed teacher said "Drive defensively."