I interrupt this normally scheduled program to bring you a Monday whine.
I do realize there is no normal schedule, by the way.
Did I miss some highly touted change in legal driving moves? Because apparently I’m the only one who didn’t get the memo that right hand turn right-away has been dropped and that anything goes.
Three times this morning I attempted to turn right while some aggressive, impatient left hand turner decided we could share the road.
Not a problem if I had psychic abilities, or even the ability to read body language really well. Big problem if I need to immediately get into the left hand lane and they need to go right.
Not much better is the gunner who will wait, but is going to make sure there is less than three inch clearance between my back and their front bumpers.
Of course, it’s really hard to judge which ones are going to try to beat me, simultaneously waltz with me, or wait with an edge.
And really, in the desire to drive defensively, don’t we assume that when someone guns it and heads straight toward us that they intend to follow through come high-water or crushed metal? I do.
I’ve been in a few accidents, and they are fairly low on fun and high on inconvenience. So when a super aggressive vehicle shoots out into the intersection, I stop, then we both wait until one of us makes a move. Hmmm. Why not patiently wait until it’s your turn, you might actually get there quicker. I’ve shared the next red light with a lot of aggressive drivers who made it there before me.
It doesn’t help when the other driver is obviously otherwise occupied – do they see me? Or if they are attempting to impress someone else with their hormonally souped-up skills.
Just for the record. I googled driving rules, and I found out that left turners are supposed to wait for a break in traffic flow with a solid green light. Or they get their own little green arrow, and they can wait for it.
And if you can’t deal with that little rule of the road – could you at least avoid tangling with green minivans?
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