Do you get angry while you're driving?

That sounds really nice, I'm envious.

I get to see cars, concrete, pickups, buildings, 18 wheelers, & concrete . If I lived 'out in the country' the distances I had to drive to get somewhere wouldn't bother me too much as long as I didn't have to deal with traffic.

 

"Show me how big your dick is!" is definitely one of my favorites.

 

coffee, meet keyboard

 

Hey, if you insist on revving your engine as loud as possible to speed to a red light, I assume you're showing off your huge manhood, and I would like to see it to see if you're a liar. What can I say?

 

I generally have a running commentary going that includes frequent use of the term "dumbass". I only get angry when someone endangers me, usually on my motorcycle.


My commute is spectacular. I drive through a canyon with 1000' walls and peaks. The flooding has changed it; but Ma Natures destruction is still incredibly beautiful.

 

I know you people may find it hard to believe, but I have a temper. I definitely get the rage of the road.

I prefer the country roads where I grew up. The only thing that would piss me off would be the occasional tractor or stray cow. I don't like living in town, but DaddySquirrel does. He's sacrificed enough for me, so I can sacrifice this for him. Come retirement time, I sure as hell am moving to the country where I have land and peace.

There are just too many damn people in town. Too many cars. Too many bicyclists. Too many pedestrians.

When BabySquirrel comes out, I am going to have to stop with my yelling and cursing. She already gets agitated when I get agitated. I don't want her to yell at her day care people telling them to move their fat asses and get out of her way. Mamma would be proud, but I don't want her getting kicked out.

 

I also have Borla rage.

Ass

 

My daughters used to call those "Mommy driving words".

 

Armco Language is what my daddy used. (Armco was the steel mill where he worked) He used Armco language a lot when he was working on cars or the furnace or something.

My mamma didn't use bad language often, but she talked to the other motorists calling them morons. Pre-Driver's license I would say, "Moooom. They can't hear you." Post-Driver's license...I yell at them too...with Armco Language.

I'm a mesh of both of my parents.

 

I used to get the typical road rage, screaming and swearing at the other drivers. Now that I think about it, I seem to have mellowed out over the years. My mild anger is usually tinged with bafflement. Rather than yell the way I used to, I find myself constantly asking questions of my fellow drivers. "Why would you change lanes like that?", "Why would you move all the way to the far left lane, and then slow down to 10 mph under the limit?".

 

Out on city streets is where you really get a sense of how disorganized and out of touch the 21st century human mind is.

 

I attribute my ulcers to 40 years of having to put up with the above.

I don't need to drive here in the UK. I'm a 15 minute walk from work (1/2 that time if I bike to work) and I can take public transportation everywhere else. I don't miss driving at all and in fact, when I'm back in the states visiting my kids or my family, I actually find some pleasure in driving again - until I'm reminded of why I hate it so much.

 

I used to love to drive when I had a stick with a convertible Mustang GT attached. Now it's a suburban-mobile Mercury Milan with a sunroof. It's fine <sigh>.

 

You ought to try a two-wheeled BMW with a 6 speed and 112 HP in the mountains.

 

Would love to. Waiting on spouse to retire and to exit the suburbs.

 

You must go to India and drive there... LOL

 

I used to like driving. For a while we were down to one car and two people, and I work a mile from a train station, so I took the train. We got a second car and I started driving again, and on a good day I would spend an hour and a half on six miles of local roads and 14 of highway. I've been taking the train to work daily for most of the past year, and instead of getting angry I listen to podcasts while riding and take pictures and video clips of the spots where you can see the gridlock of I95 and Snapchat them to complete strangers.

I've lost 25 pounds since I started walking from the train to work. One of my Snaapchat buddies sends videos of drum-offs with his neighbor across the street -- sometimes he cheats and uses a drum machine -- that's our little secret. Another lives somewhere very scenic looking and sometimes goes fishing.