TN drivers

[Aggie]

Ulsan, Korea scares the crap outta me (I will NOT drive there, although I'd probably take a stab at Seoul).  Utterly skilled drivers, utterly terrifying to be a passenger.  They routinely pass within centimetres of each other at high speed, but there's few accidents.

[pieces o nine]

In Wiscaaaahhhhhnsin there are highways linking the FIBs (look it up, dujes - heh heh heh) to Packers/Bears & Cubs/Brewers games or their vacation homes in the "U.P."

In the spirit of full disclosure, I will admit that I was not adverse  to a little speeding along that corridor, but there are large trucks, farm and other slow-moving vehicles (including some that don't get up to the minimum  speed of 40mph to consider) with only 2 lanes to work with along lengths of it. You've got a mental picture? Good.

So our paper printed an annual list of the most egregious speeders caught along the section I dubbed "The Autobahn" (for the complete disregard of any semblance of speed limits along it). Inevitably, the top speeders (e.g.: 100mph) always have those Chicago plates and are reported offering excuses such as, "You know how it is when you're just traveling along..."


Denver and its 7 lanes of traffic-law-exempt, compensatory UAVs (urban assault vehicles) dint bovver me none...

[Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith]

Interesting thread/topic.

As someone who drives a 2-Ton work truck, I rarely get cut off by idiots.

Be that as it may, I assiduously keep to the posted speed limits...I find by doing so, it automatically opens up the space between me and the next vehicle in front, something I seriously need, as my stopping distance (even though I do have 6 tires on the ground) is much longer than a typical car's.

What gets me, though, is once in a while, a soccer mom in a loaded-with-kids minivan whips her soon-to-be-morgue right in front of me with inches to spare and slows down... all sans turn-signal, natch.  I always lean on my oversized horn when that happens, and watch for her look of panic in the rear-view... I'm rarely disappointed.  I'm hoping that !ss-puckering I just gave her will make her think for a moment or three, to raise the life expectancy of the poor little ones in her deathtrap.

*bleah*

Those are only topped by indifferent high-$$ cars driven by men who's self-importance is much too great to bother paying attention to mere traffic....you know the type...cell-phone glued to the ear, often the laptop open in the passenger seat (I have a high vantage-point, and can see down into cars...).  I seldom bother to honk at those...they wouldn't apply the honk to them, for they see themselves as much too important...!

As if.

Sadly, the self-important squish just as easily as anyone else, when 45 hundred pounds of vehicle cannot stop in time...!

_{Edit: fixed improper use of the word "to"...}

[anthrobabe]

Did someone mention 'driving in mexico'---- 

When my dear brother first brought his beloved new wife to visit Arkansas he was on his way to basic training in Texas(Lackland AFB)-- we let her drive when we were able to go down for his graduation  the trip took about 2 hours and that was on the east bound side of the interstate (Lackland is about 600 miles from Little Rock- the direction is west and south and southwest).

Driving in Mexico

[Kiyoodle the Gambrinous]

Driving in Mexico?

What about driving in India:

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[Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith]

Wow.

Just pull out into traffic slowly, and hope they stop-- which they always barely seem to do.

Amazing demonstration of polite cooperative behavior.

Over here in Uber-Rude USofA?   Massive pile-up....

..we are just too damn selfish.  (as if anyone did not already know that...)

[Sibling Zono (anon1mat0)]

Actually it isn't polite at all, the key is: either you go or you'll stay there forever, your choice; once you are in the middle of the street 98% of drivers will stop (out of self preservation). Back home that 2% is made of bus & truck drivers, who will have no damage to their cars (much less their lives) in the case of a collision*.

*I know this the hard way, in fact you could say if it were for them I wouldn't be writing this. 

[Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith]

Actually it isn't polite at all, the key is: either you go or you'll stay there forever, your choice; once you are in the middle of the street 98% of drivers will stop (out of self preservation). Back home that 2% is made of bus & truck drivers, who will have no damage to their cars (much less their lives) in the case of a collision*.

*I know this the hard way, in fact you could say if it were for them I wouldn't be writing this. 

You may be right...but it certainly looked like it from afar.   

I'm a 'glass contains 1/2 potential' sort, myself.

[Sibling Chatty]

As a person who grew up and learned to drive in Houston, Houston ALWAYS had the politest drivers and easiest to deal with traffic conditions, until the frozen north dumped  on us. (Michigan and Indiana especially, but all those Rust Belt charmers, including Minnesota) Takes 10-12 years to teach THEM to drive and the some Republican screws up the economy even MORE, and here they come again...

Like now.Houston's overfull of big U-Haul trucks. Renting one going north? In 6 week,. they'll pay YOU to take it.

[Sibling Lambicus the Toluous]

Interesting thread/topic.

As someone who drives a 2-Ton work truck, I rarely get cut off by idiots.

Be that as it may, I assiduously keep to the posted speed limits...I find by doing so, it automatically opens up the space between me and the next vehicle in front, something I seriously need, as my stopping distance (even though I do have 6 tires on the ground) is much longer than a typical car's.

Heh - come to Toronto.  If you drive the speed limit on the 401, you'll be getting the finger from little old ladies as they whiz by.   

What gets me, though, is once in a while, a soccer mom in a loaded-with-kids minivan whips her soon-to-be-morgue right in front of me with inches to spare and slows down... all sans turn-signal, natch.  I always lean on my oversized horn when that happens, and watch for her look of panic in the rear-view... I'm rarely disappointed.  I'm hoping that !ss-puckering I just gave her will make her think for a moment or three, to raise the life expectancy of the poor little ones in her deathtrap.

Reminds me of something that my Dad did before he was married: he went to the wreckers, found a tractor-trailer air horn, and installed it in his Austin Mini.