Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Driving in Texas

Hey man you know I'm really okay
The gun in my hand will tell you the same
But when I'm in my car
Don't give me no crap
Cause the slightest thing and I just might snap

When I go driving I stay in my lane
But getting cut off it makes me insane
I open the glove box
Reach inside
I'm gonna wreck this fucker's ride

The Offspring - "Bad Habit"

So after living in Texas I can say with conviction that the residents of this state have NO FUCKING CLUE HOW TO DRIVE! Never have I been so enraged. Now, let me say that I am not the calmest of drivers. I get annoyed at other driver when I'm driving (never to a violent exten, but if you're in the car with me your ears will be subjected to a slew of curse words). Driving in Philly, and anywhere on the East Coast for that matter, I am an aggressive driver. Hell, if you've want to survive on the Skhuylkill you have to be aggressive. You drive fast and you don't let people into your lanes. But as aggressive as you drive, you're still a good driver.
Texans, o nthe other hand, are simply not aggressive drivers. Just moving here I always find myself in the wrong lane and then needing to quickly get into another lane. In Philly, I would've been fucked, no way in hell is anyone gonna let me go. But here, people are more than ready to allw me into their lane. Hmm people being nice on the road.... diferent, but can't really complain. But that's where the good parts about driving in Texas end. My pet peeve is people not using their damn blinkers. I mean c'mon, it takes a millisecond to flick the handle. And it's done to prevent accidents. It's just common fucking sense. But apparently, no one in Texas believes in using their blinkers. I swear maybe 1 out of 10 drivers here will use their blinkers when changing lanes. I've been happily driving in my lane when out of nwhere, with no indication, some jackass will enter my lane forcing me to slam on the brakes. This angers me to no extent. Throw in the fact that Texans think it's fine to continue to drive slow in the fast lane when there's a line a mile long behind you, and that they have no qualms about riding on the shoulder and then expecting you to allow them into your lane, and it's only a matter of time before I go ape shit on one of these damned rednecks. Don't mess with Texas my ass. I will mess with the bastards till they learn how to drive a god-damned automobile.

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