I've had enough of the ignorant drivers I encounter on the way to work...the majority of whom are men, I'm sorry to say. Mostly young guys, you know, the ones with too much testorone in their systems.
I leave home at 6.00 am...yep, it's early, but I'd rather start early than get home late. Anyway, I use the Greenbank/Springfield arterial and from there, the Centenary Highway, for those of you who live in metro Brisbane, or know where I'm talking about.
Now Springfield is one of those suburbs that have been built overnight...or so it seems, and it's an ongoing project which means that there are a few trucks around. There are also all the idiots in their utes, and 4WDs using this route. This morning, I went through the lights at Springfield. The left-hand line merges with the right. The merge had just about run out when this stupid guy in a truck shot passed me on the inside, just missing me. I got a hell of a fright, because I didn't even realise he was there. I've had the same thing happen to me on the Ipswich Motorway, too...not today, but a few weeks ago.
Unfortunately, I had to follow this clown along the Centenary Highway, it's only two lanes, therefore no passing (not that it stops some people). Australian bloggers know just how dry the country is due to the drought...and this litter vandal throws a lit cigarette butt out the window! I was wishing I could read his registration plate because I would have reported him, but it was too dirty to read...another violation...and there were no identifying names on his truck.
However, it's not always the men...I have to be honest. Coming home, there is a very large roundabout at Darra and it is busy...sometimes there's a relatively long wait until a gap appears in the traffic. One evening, I had been waiting there for probably two or three minutes...which isn't all that long but can seem that way when waiting in traffic. I heard someone sounding their horn behind me, telling me to get a move on...yeah right, into a line of fast moving traffic...I don't think so. I glanced into my side mirror and it was a very well built woman (to be very polite) mouthing obscenities at me...it was unmistakable. I ignored her and when I was able to go, I did. She was in this grubby beat up Holden Commodore...you know the kind of car, looks as if it's held together by good luck alone...and of course, I got the one fingered salute as she went past.
I just shook my head...and hoped to God she didn't end up killing someone through sheer discourtesy.
Quite often I've had senseless drivers tear past me in a hell of a hurry...and I catch up with them at the next set of lights...they've gained absolutely nothing, but are too dumb to realise it. Then there are the ones who pass, taking risks, then sit right in front of you...on the speed limit. Why? What difference does it make to be in front of someone rather than behind them? I think they must have some sort of complex...whatever, they need their heads read.
So there's my rant for the day...I think I feel better. I'd better have a glass of wine to make certain.
Have a good evening/day, depending on where in the world you are...