Now that I am working at a different site I can no longer use public transport in my commute, as such I have bought a car, a small, reliable and fuel-efficient thing. I had managed to avoid driving for four years and now, one hundred miles into car ownership, I remember why:
People are arseholes.
If it’s not people who seem completely oblivious as to the presence and function of indicators (both their own and those of other drivers), it’s people who attempt to overtake when there’s someone coming the other way, forcing both to brake and/or swerve dangerously.
If it’s not those, it’s people who overtake on a blind corner, risking writing off all three cars (and more if there’s people behind), and the death of everyone in those cars.
If it’s not those, it’s people who, not happy to travel at the legal speed limit, drive dangerously close to the back of your car in an attempt to make you speed, instead of simply overtaking, so much so that even if their car were fitted with that automatic system that applies the brakes if you are about to crash, would not be able to avoid running into you if you had to slow down for any reason, like a bend in the road.
All of this happened to me in a single thirty minute period this morning. Multiple times.
My car needs a grenade launcher…
BABY WHEN DID YOU GET A HAIR CUT?
RIP Aracely’s pony tail