Traffic annoys the hell out of me.
What I don’t get is, how can it be so bloody terrible? If the people in the front would just go. I mean really GO, how can there be all this back up? If we’d all just GO the same speed it wouldn’t take us forever to get anywhere. It’s called teamwork people.
What really gets me is the rubbernecking.
It’s like watching a stupid show on TV and after it’s over you realize THAT was a waste of your time. Slowing down to see the crash or non-crash is….guess what? A waste of time. For you and me! Good grief, Mr. Rodgers could have me a song out of this concept.
JUST DRIVE the car. You have to actually step on the long rectangular pedal that’s on the floor on the right. It’s a novel concept, but the car doesn’t go on it’s own – you have to assist.
There’s a car pulled over on the side of the road. Everyone has to slow down to look.
There’s two cars pulled over – an obvious fender bender. Slow down, let’s all look!
If there’s cars on the other side of the highway – with lights flashing – let’s all slow down to look. There’s even a big concrete wall dividing it and you can’t see anything!
There’s a terrible accident and people are nearly creating additional accidents just so they can see the carnage. I mean really. For what? To see if their day was worse than yours? I fucking guarantee it! If their car is waiting for a tow truck and there’s flashing lights at the scene. Guess what? They are having a suck day. They win. Now DRIVE!
The other thing about the traffic and I’m not even going to mention the blatant honking of the horns – which is out of control in Miami. My brain waves don’t even function that fast. It could be a game show. QUICK. Try to get your foot off the brake on to the gas pedal before the jackass behind you is honking and gesturing wildly. Yeah, well the Alaskan will get to going when she’s good and ready. Keep your pants on. Besides, we’re all going to be at the next light together in 200 yards anyway.
The privacy. People, your windows may be tinted by I can still see thru them. HEY! Yes! YOU! Picking your nose – I can see you. Unreal. Flipping me off? I see you! Yelling at your partner in the car – I see you. Thinking you are the next best thing sliced bread – I see you. It’s exhausting.
Lastly, hang up the phone. In today’s world with bluetooth technology – there’s no reason people need to have that rectangular block of radiation next to their face while driving. If drinking and driving is a hazard so is anything connected to holding that ridiculous cell phone and driving. My cat can drive better than some of these people with the phones attached to their heads. The car was one of the last places on earth where you could escape to the solitude of your thoughts and favorite radio stations. Not anymore. Apparently people can’t survive 5 -30 minutes without constant technological interruption
So here’s the thing with the traffic and the endless line of cars during rush hour. In Juneau, it was a rush minute. I’m not kidding. Four minutes and you were done. Now, some days it takes me an hour either way to or from work. (Although, after being here a year I am working on a system to beat the rush hours.)
I love my little Yaris. His name is Norman. Yes, he’s a boy car. How do I know it’s a boy car? He’s a stick…..duh.
I’m looking to upgrade.
All I’ve wanted for years is a Camaro. Midnight blue with the glitter paint flecks. V6. I want the engine that purrs to a stop. Every damn time I see this car on the street a little bit of drool forms at the corner of my mouth. They’re common, but not as common as the BMW here. Which is as common as sliced bread. If I wanted to be a trendsetter I get a Subaru!
It’s hot. I’d look hot in the car. Blue, I’m going to BE hot in this car. I want this car. I need this car. This car….makes me purr. This is a sexy car. The curves…especially from behind….wow. Wow. This car makes me talk like a guy.
BUT then, as things would have it in life. An option appeared, one I was not expecting. Now, I am truly in a quandry.
We’re sitting at a light. Up rolls a Dodge Challenger. White with a racing stripe.
Ohhhh well. Hello. You.
Now if that isn’t a stud car. And boy did that have a purr. It was like a roar….not so much a purr. I think I broke out into a bit of a sweat. Of course, I’d want a V8 for this car – because this is a definite boy car. There is nothing soft about this baby.
So now I spend my days driving into and out of work – looking for my cars. Every time I’m sold on the Camaro one of these Challengers goes past and I say one word:
Of course the kicker ….. as much as I love my Camaro, the other day one went past and a grandma was driving. Not that there is anything wrong with that but then I was thinking….really?
On the other hand, I could keep on with my Norman. He was transported all the way from Juneau. Great, zippy, keeps up with traffic. Although he’s not real thrilled about doing 80 mph on I95, but I’ve had him up there. Swear!
He can out run the best of ’em – in our own minds. Go Norman!
Of course, in a Challenger…..imagine the speed! The tickets….no good.
The Camaro….imagine how cute I’d look! So good!
I think I need to go for a test drive and let my heart sing.