Janice M Cali
Drivers Driving
I'd be happy if I was the only driver on the road, especially when the weather is bad. You might have guessed this from my last rant, but I'm still thinking about it.
Coming home from vacation we decided to take the back way, i.e., back roads, through small Texas towns. Many reasons, one being that I like to travel back roads, another being, usually less traffic and another being I can avoid Interstate Highways and major cities, that's the most important.
We decided to travel Hwy 21 which led us toward but not into Houston, I won't go through Houston unless I have several valium or other drugs to see me though the experience, and no way can you get me to drive through it. It is crazy.
We had been on the road for about two or three hours and we hit a bigger town, I forget which one, and it doesn't matter. In this town we managed to pick up some traffic, real traffic, not just a couple more cars. Some of the traffic was large trucks, you know 18 wheelers as we call 'em here, lorries in other countries. One of these trucks had a large load of lumber, and an insane driver.
The road was a four lane highway at this point, not bad but I prefer the two lane type, less traffic. Anyway, Jerry was driving, which was probably a good thing, and we pulled along side the truck with the lumber, as we pulled up the driver blasted his horn, long and, of course being an air horn, loud. Jerry swerved toward, but not into, on coming traffic, as startled, as I was. As we got up next to the driver's cab I looked up and saw this kid, I swear it was a kid no more than 14 maybe 16, driving this truck, laughing his head off, he could barely see over the side of the truck window and he thought blowing the horn, causing another driver to swerve, fortunately not into on-coming traffic, was funny.
It was then that I realized that in my more mature years I'm becoming violent, oh, not really, just verbally. I wanted to kill that little bastard. If a car had been coming toward us at the time he pulled this prank, we could have had a serious accident.
I envisioned buying a shotgun and blowing out his grill and radiator. Maybe a 45 caliber gun and blasting his tires, or just putting a bullet through the windshield to see how much he'd swerve. Oh, don't worry I wouldn't really do any of those things, but I find I do think of them more often, I think it has to do with a drunk driver almost killing me once.
So, watch the idiots on the road, they come in all forms, driving all types of vehicles. And remember, someone out there might buy a shotgun and decide you'd pissed 'em off enough to blow a hole through your car, it won't be me but it might be someone else.
Remember politeness is the best policy when driving.
Coming home from vacation we decided to take the back way, i.e., back roads, through small Texas towns. Many reasons, one being that I like to travel back roads, another being, usually less traffic and another being I can avoid Interstate Highways and major cities, that's the most important.
We decided to travel Hwy 21 which led us toward but not into Houston, I won't go through Houston unless I have several valium or other drugs to see me though the experience, and no way can you get me to drive through it. It is crazy.
We had been on the road for about two or three hours and we hit a bigger town, I forget which one, and it doesn't matter. In this town we managed to pick up some traffic, real traffic, not just a couple more cars. Some of the traffic was large trucks, you know 18 wheelers as we call 'em here, lorries in other countries. One of these trucks had a large load of lumber, and an insane driver.
The road was a four lane highway at this point, not bad but I prefer the two lane type, less traffic. Anyway, Jerry was driving, which was probably a good thing, and we pulled along side the truck with the lumber, as we pulled up the driver blasted his horn, long and, of course being an air horn, loud. Jerry swerved toward, but not into, on coming traffic, as startled, as I was. As we got up next to the driver's cab I looked up and saw this kid, I swear it was a kid no more than 14 maybe 16, driving this truck, laughing his head off, he could barely see over the side of the truck window and he thought blowing the horn, causing another driver to swerve, fortunately not into on-coming traffic, was funny.
It was then that I realized that in my more mature years I'm becoming violent, oh, not really, just verbally. I wanted to kill that little bastard. If a car had been coming toward us at the time he pulled this prank, we could have had a serious accident.
I envisioned buying a shotgun and blowing out his grill and radiator. Maybe a 45 caliber gun and blasting his tires, or just putting a bullet through the windshield to see how much he'd swerve. Oh, don't worry I wouldn't really do any of those things, but I find I do think of them more often, I think it has to do with a drunk driver almost killing me once.
So, watch the idiots on the road, they come in all forms, driving all types of vehicles. And remember, someone out there might buy a shotgun and decide you'd pissed 'em off enough to blow a hole through your car, it won't be me but it might be someone else.
Remember politeness is the best policy when driving.
