poopshovel wrote:
I've been encountering a lot of "Earnhardts" lately. "BOY, YOU AIN'T PASSIN' MAH Z71 IN NO HOWN-DUH!!!"
Okay. Cool. I'll tuck in behind you then. "I AIN'T GOIN OVER NO SPEED LIMIT NEITHER!!!"
Simple minded motherberkeleyers.
I get that constantly.
I also seem to attract the kind of shiny happy person that likes to pace you on onramps.
Or the one that sees me trying to move into their lane and makes damn sure i don't get in there because it's MY LANE GODDAMNIT AND I'LL DIE PROTECTING IT.
Forgot my other fun story.
I was in the Cherokee two weekends ago, which is now lifted and rather tall. It's not huge, but suffice it to say, you'd REALLY have to work at not noticing it bearing down on you.
So i'm in the left hand lane, waiting to make a left onto a 4 lane road (2 coming, 2 going) at a light. I get a left hand turn green light, so i go.
Now, i've been trained by years of dealing with the vapid morons here while driving, so i don't cross over lanes anymore. I made sure i turned into the left lane. Also because i saw a fat mom in a gross looking mom van in the right turn lane across the intersection with no turn signal. (Hahah first clue!!!)
So of COURSE, as i'm making the turn, i see her make her right, LOOKING IN MY DIRECTION. I think nothing of it, so i just continue to make my tight turn to stay in the left turn, thinking that she's stupid, but i'll do my part as a good citizen to ensure that no messy accident happens, because the Cherokee would have obliterated her, and she was on the bloody side of the car.
We both successfully make our turns, and are now side by side, the front of my Cherokee about level with her rear door.
She then starts to merge over into me. No turn signal, no looking, just merged.
I came THIS close to just letting her do it and laughing at the damage that would have happened, i probably wouldn't have had much choice but to pit maneuver her to stay out of oncoming traffic. I quite literally sat there and let it happen, thought about it, weighed my options, remembered i had my buddy in the passenger seat and he was freaking the berkeley out.
So i lightly tapped the brakes so that she merged a whopping 6 inches in front of the truck. At that moment, she decided that it'd be a good time to go 35mph in a 45mph limit zone. I tap the brakes again, just to maintain the 6" gap because i'm pissed at this point.
I laid on the horn and flashed my lights for a good 30 seconds.
NO REACTION. NOTHING. SHE DIDN'T LOOK, DIDN'T FREAK OUT, NOTHING. WHAT THE ACTUAL berkeley?
I ended up just swinging around and flooring it to get far the berkeley away from her, because it was pretty plain that she was going to kill someone that day. I don't know what the berkeley kind of drugs she was on, or not on, or what the deal was. She was definitely eating a Ho Ho when i went past, though.
Seriously. The berkeley.