Defective
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My wife has decided that my primary purpose in life is to cause road rage.
I may have spent too much of my life making my living behind the wheel. I have no patience for bad driving.
I've gotten into the habit of doing various things to upset bad drivers.
Those who tailgate me when I'm already going over the limit, get blocked at first opportunity. Same for people who hit the horn behind me the instant the light turns green. Just yesterday, a young lady in a Mercedes spent half an hour looking at the back of my van in traffic that was otherwise flowing nicely.
People who cut me off tend to get quite nervous when they realize that a couple of tons of van can, in fact, outmaneuver and get around them. Particularly in that all important race for a parking space 10 feet closer to the door.
This morning, I had a bit of fun with a kid in his ricer when I stopped for gas. I drive a VW Eurovan. The gas cap is right next to the drivers door. This twit was driving right up my backside on the way into the station & I found this a little annoying. So, I stopped with my gas cap JUST in reach of the second pump. Rice-boy got into the horn when he realized he couldn't get his little toy close enough to the pump. I stared him in the eye and grinned as I filled the tank from nearly empty with minimal pressure on the handle. By the time I sauntered in, paid, had a chat with the girl at the till, sauntered out, cleaned all the windows, adjusted my seat and started the van, he seemed in danger of cranial explosion. Made for a very enjoyable drive...
I may have spent too much of my life making my living behind the wheel. I have no patience for bad driving.
I've gotten into the habit of doing various things to upset bad drivers.
Those who tailgate me when I'm already going over the limit, get blocked at first opportunity. Same for people who hit the horn behind me the instant the light turns green. Just yesterday, a young lady in a Mercedes spent half an hour looking at the back of my van in traffic that was otherwise flowing nicely.
People who cut me off tend to get quite nervous when they realize that a couple of tons of van can, in fact, outmaneuver and get around them. Particularly in that all important race for a parking space 10 feet closer to the door.
This morning, I had a bit of fun with a kid in his ricer when I stopped for gas. I drive a VW Eurovan. The gas cap is right next to the drivers door. This twit was driving right up my backside on the way into the station & I found this a little annoying. So, I stopped with my gas cap JUST in reach of the second pump. Rice-boy got into the horn when he realized he couldn't get his little toy close enough to the pump. I stared him in the eye and grinned as I filled the tank from nearly empty with minimal pressure on the handle. By the time I sauntered in, paid, had a chat with the girl at the till, sauntered out, cleaned all the windows, adjusted my seat and started the van, he seemed in danger of cranial explosion. Made for a very enjoyable drive...