[baltiless]

My FB status today, after about 45 minutes of driving through my town: “This seems to be quite the day for people too old or too stupid to drive.”

It’s absolutely mind blowing out there. Common sense has taken a complete leave.

[IronJack]

I love the Jeff Gordon wannabes who tear through traffic at 20 - 30 mph over the limit, weaving into lane after lane, barrelling down the freeway like their butt’s on fire, then risk life and limb to dart across four lanes of traffic and take the off ramp.

Or the schmuck who charges out in front of you, forcing you to slam on the brakes to avoid t-boning him as he pulls out from a side street, then pokes along at 10 mph under the speed limit. You look in your rearview mirror and there’s not another car within sight. All he had to do was wait for you to get past and he could have poked to his heart’s content.

Or the Johnny Good Citizen who sees the speed limit posted at 40 mph and no force on earth or in Heaven could impel him to go 1 mph faster, even though the road is clear from here to Des Moines.

[TruthBeforeAll]

My brother was late to Thanksgiving Dinner last night because on the way home from his in-laws, he, his wife and two kids came across an accident on a rural road in Central Illinois.

In one car a dead mother and 4 teen boys in various states of shock. In the other car, a 19 year old who ran a stop sign right into the car with the mom and kids. He survived.

One of the boys in the family car said his legs wouldn’t work. Another had one eye that wouldn’t move with the other, signifying possible brain damage.

My brother has worked as an advanced care practitioner in cardiac intensive care for years and has seen many people die. His wife is a nurse.

They both were shattered last night and my brother got physically ill and had to leave after supper.

So many people driving around totally detached from the reality of what’s going on around them. And, it’s getting worse.

[loungitude]

All these people, these bad drivers, sounds like they are from Denver.

[zeestephen]

The solution to all these dangers is within sight - driverless cars.

I can't wait to be a permanent passenger - napping, reading, watching a movie, whatever, while my car computer does all the work, then drops me at the front door of wherever I'm going.

[JoeFromSidney]

I still remember some advice my father gave me some 50 years ago: "Drive as though everyone else was crazy and you're only half-crazy."

Returning from Florida today. Back to Ohio. Traffic on the bypass around Atlanta was pretty bad. Everywhere else the roads were almost empty.

Outlet mall south of Atlanta. Black Friday Sales. Southbound I-75 was backed up motionless for several miles north of that exit. Fortunately I was on the northbound side.

[Diamond]

Finally! A thread about my driving!

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

On Wednesday, when most of the 47 million Thanksgiving travelers were driving somewhere to commit Thursday's sin of gluttony with those they profess to love, it sometimes seemed as if a tense million of them were in front of me on the interstates from Western Pennsylvania down to Cincinnati.

Or they were driving home to spend some time with their families.

The fact that the author feels compelled to degrade all other travelers and their motives tells me that he/she/it is the problem and not the other drivers.

[Billthedrill]

There are a lot of things about getting old I don't like: the physical deterioration, the prostate fun that gets me up at 3 in the morning to pee like a little girl on a cross-country trip, the knees that don't bend, the body the creaks and hair that grows where I don't want it to and doesn't where I do. But there is one thing about getting old that I've found makes up for all of that. It's DRIVING IN THE LEFT LANE AT 50 MPH WITH MY TURN SIGNAL ON! Hooyah! You whippersnappers will PAY for your sixpack abs and your fashion model girlfriend who's sitting in the passenger seat of your BMW doing her nails and wondering if you're going to get her to the movie in time for the twenty-dollar bucket of greasy popcorn before you sit down to pour money into the pocket of the latest pickle-smooching Hollywood idol who hates you! Yes, and I'm in your way, aren't I? Ruining your fatuous plastic little existence with my smoke-belching Studebaker and my AM radio with Achey Breaky Heart blasting through the static? BAHAHAHAHAHA!

Sorry.