“Ah don’t wear a seatbelt because muh sisters cousins friends uncles neighbors mechanics grandaddys brother died while he was wearing a seatbelt and couldn’t get out of the vehicle in time to avoid the freight train that he was too blind and deaf to see or hear coming.”
People shouldn’t wear seat belts unless they need to. Constantly being hypervigilant, prepared for the worst case scenario, thinking you have zero control over whether you get in a deadly accident is bad for the psychological health of our society.
Before seat belt laws there wasn’t even a word for road rage. It didn’t exist because when someone accidentally swerved into your lane or cut you off it didn’t feel like attempted murder.
In 1971, it was hold me close tiny dancer and count the lights on the highway. Today it’s stay over there tiny dancer and stay strapped into your bucket seat just on the off chance we get into a horrible accident. We’re driving ourselves batty with this kind of paranoia.
Fwiw, there’s seatbelts in that image. If you wanted to sit closer, you could cross the right belt over and buckle it into the left buckle, and buckle the left belt into the right one. You could use the same method to secure a 3rd person in the middle. As long as nobody’s too fat.
“Ah don’t wear a seatbelt because muh sisters cousins friends uncles neighbors mechanics grandaddys brother died while he was wearing a seatbelt and couldn’t get out of the vehicle in time to avoid the freight train that he was too blind and deaf to see or hear coming.”
People shouldn’t wear seat belts unless they need to. Constantly being hypervigilant, prepared for the worst case scenario, thinking you have zero control over whether you get in a deadly accident is bad for the psychological health of our society.
Before seat belt laws there wasn’t even a word for road rage. It didn’t exist because when someone accidentally swerved into your lane or cut you off it didn’t feel like attempted murder.
In 1971, it was hold me close tiny dancer and count the lights on the highway. Today it’s stay over there tiny dancer and stay strapped into your bucket seat just on the off chance we get into a horrible accident. We’re driving ourselves batty with this kind of paranoia.
Why was a blind/def person driving to begin with?
“He wudn’t, his preacher’s side-piece’s son’s 2nd step-daddy was drivin’ shit-faced n flew through the windshield so he coon’t help”
Fwiw, there’s seatbelts in that image. If you wanted to sit closer, you could cross the right belt over and buckle it into the left buckle, and buckle the left belt into the right one. You could use the same method to secure a 3rd person in the middle. As long as nobody’s too fat.