The right-passing driver I hate is the one who chooses to pass on the right when there are wide-open lanes on my left. And I'm a good 10 or so above the limit. Even if doing so means they have to jump into an off-ramp lane which I've already signaled that I'm getting into. THAT's the right-passing driver I hate.
Spike: Taking up smoking, are you? Harmony: I am a villain, Spike. Hello!
Spike/Harm ,'Help'
Natter 54: Right here, dammit.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
amych - Oct 16, 2007 8:50:19 am PDT #6936 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Frankenbuddha - Oct 16, 2007 8:50:58 am PDT #6937 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
I drive really slow/in the ultra-fast lane/while people behind me/are going insane...
Connie Neil - Oct 16, 2007 8:51:24 am PDT #6938 of 10001
brillig
I drive slow, but I drive on the right. Which still didn't stop some ass from coming up behind me *in the far RIGHT lane* and flashing his lights at me. What was I supposed to do, pull off onto the shoulder? The lane to the left was clear, he just didn't feel his Extra Super Special Procession to Wherever should be impeded by him having to shift his course.
SUV, of course. YOu may have noticed that I hate SUVS.
Trudy Booth - Oct 16, 2007 8:51:52 am PDT #6939 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
In Indiana the highways are straight and flat and empty.
Only by virtue of being in Abi's car and not my own did I control myself.
Had I the bread, I'd drive a sweet car like a maniac and just pay the tickets.
Connie Neil - Oct 16, 2007 8:55:17 am PDT #6940 of 10001
brillig
Oh, I should say--I have a new car! Or, new to me. Some friends are long-term-loaning me their Taurus until I can get my '79 Mustang road worthy again. This is the first car I've driven on a regular basis that was built after I got married. I'm having to learn how to drive an automatic again--not to mention the power steering. I nearly put myself in the gutter this morning turning to get out of my driveway. Plus I had to spend 15 minutes finding all the controls for the seat and the defroster and the headlights. So many buttons! And they're all mine!
Steph L. - Oct 16, 2007 8:56:41 am PDT #6941 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
So many buttons! And they're all mine!
Do NOT push the one marked "ejector seat" until you can ascertain that it's for the passenger side....
Connie Neil - Oct 16, 2007 8:57:30 am PDT #6942 of 10001
brillig
In Indiana the highways are straight and flat and empty.
When I moved out to Utah in '82, I went back to Pennsylvania so I could retrieve my car. Somewhere in west Kansas, the road unkinked itself to lay flat and straight for the next 300 miles. Not another car in view. I looked at my passenger and said, "I've always wondered how fast my car can go."
86 mph, fully loaded.
Connie Neil - Oct 16, 2007 9:02:03 am PDT #6943 of 10001
brillig
Do NOT push the one marked "ejector seat" until you can ascertain that it's for the passenger side
I keep channelling my father by looking at a button and saying, "Who the hell needs a button for that? Can't they open the trunk/move the seat/adjust the mirror by themselves?"
I think I am going to invest in a small hammer just in case I get caught in a situation where the power windows fail and I can't get the door open.
Gudanov - Oct 16, 2007 9:02:31 am PDT #6944 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping
While I'm not proud of it, there was a time I settled down behind a Porsche with a radar detector on a midwestern highway and was going 105mph. The thing is, we got passed. Twice.
Connie Neil - Oct 16, 2007 9:04:35 am PDT #6945 of 10001
brillig
The thing is, we got passed. Twice.
90 MPH in Arizona. Passed by a cop eating a sandwich.