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warrrreagl · 10-20-2006, 03:39 AM

A couple of categories are missing, based on my experiences where I live. The worst drivers I encounter are 18-wheeler transfer trucks and goofbag rednecks in pickup trucks that have lift kits and grills.

When I was learning to drive, my father taught me to always drive in a way that would make a trucker appreciate me, because they were ALWAYS the best, most courteous drivers. Now, whew! Truckers scare the fucking shit out of me. They don't adjust their speed for the road situation anymore and they tailgate like crazy.

The good old boys in tricked-out pickups are just as bad as they seem to WANT to push you off in a ditch. I hate looking in my mirror and seeing one of those roll-bar type grills filling up my vision, because I know I'm in for some testosterone intimidation. Earlier this fall, I lost one of my students who was killed when the pick-up truck she was riding in with her boyfriend flipped. It seems that his lift kit malfunctioned and caused him to lose control. I hate them. Lift kits and roll bars belong in the woods, not flying down the highway running up in my trunk.

10-20-2006, 03:39 AM	#3 (permalink)
warrrreagl pinche vato Location: backwater, Third World, land of cotton	A couple of categories are missing, based on my experiences where I live. The worst drivers I encounter are 18-wheeler transfer trucks and goofbag rednecks in pickup trucks that have lift kits and grills. When I was learning to drive, my father taught me to always drive in a way that would make a trucker appreciate me, because they were ALWAYS the best, most courteous drivers. Now, whew! Truckers scare the fucking shit out of me. They don't adjust their speed for the road situation anymore and they tailgate like crazy. The good old boys in tricked-out pickups are just as bad as they seem to WANT to push you off in a ditch. I hate looking in my mirror and seeing one of those roll-bar type grills filling up my vision, because I know I'm in for some testosterone intimidation. Earlier this fall, I lost one of my students who was killed when the pick-up truck she was riding in with her boyfriend flipped. It seems that his lift kit malfunctioned and caused him to lose control. I hate them. Lift kits and roll bars belong in the woods, not flying down the highway running up in my trunk. __________________ Living is easy with eyes closed. Last edited by warrrreagl; 10-20-2006 at 03:44 AM..