When I signal to change lanes, it’s very much a SIGNAL, not a REQUEST. If you want to request eating the inside of the median because you won’t let me over, that’s your choice.
this is also why i try to leave at least a trailer’s length, two if traffic’s good, between me and the next car. If a transport truck can get in front of me, do their elephant race, and get out from in front of me, without either of us breaking a sweat, that’s a good interaction on the road.
my wife has at times accused me of driving like an old man. and… my nickname has been grandpa since i was in my 20s and maybe that’s because i had some really cool grandpas. but like, i swear karma exists on the roads out here. if i make room for you, there will be room for me. it’s called karma.
lucky so and so. i got hit last year while taking a nap in the passenger seat while my wife was in the library. to be perfectly clear we were parked. she teases me that i cannot even be left alone in the car that was number 11 for me (and only one was maybe 30% my fault dammit). You know how some people weird things just happen to?
I drive a transport truck for a living.
When I signal to change lanes, it’s very much a SIGNAL, not a REQUEST. If you want to request eating the inside of the median because you won’t let me over, that’s your choice.
this is also why i try to leave at least a trailer’s length, two if traffic’s good, between me and the next car. If a transport truck can get in front of me, do their elephant race, and get out from in front of me, without either of us breaking a sweat, that’s a good interaction on the road.
my wife has at times accused me of driving like an old man. and… my nickname has been grandpa since i was in my 20s and maybe that’s because i had some really cool grandpas. but like, i swear karma exists on the roads out here. if i make room for you, there will be room for me. it’s called karma.
In my 30 years of driving, I’ve never been involved in an accident. People like you are why. Keep on doing what you do!
lucky so and so. i got hit last year while taking a nap in the passenger seat while my wife was in the library. to be perfectly clear we were parked. she teases me that i cannot even be left alone in the car that was number 11 for me (and only one was maybe 30% my fault dammit). You know how some people weird things just happen to?