I’ll whip around you like a bolt of lightning if you pull out in front of me and drive like a turtle. I won’t conform to the long line of mergers when two lanes are turning into one—I’ll ride out the second lane to the bitter end before I merge. I’ll honk my horn behind you if you take forever to pull off at a green light.
As you can see, I hate sharing the road. I like to get to where I’m gettin’ without all the yahoos in my way. I know, I know, how absurd am I, right? Right.
But let me plead my case. First of all, I am so NOT a southern driver. I honed my driving skills on the streets of Chicago where you’d literally get chewed up and spit out if you couldn’t keep up with the pace. So when moving to North Carolina several years ago, one of the hardest adjustments I’ve been having to make was accepting the southern way of driving.
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Down here, people meander along the roadway as if every day is a sight-seeing adventure, like taking a Sunday evening stroll. Because of this, I spend plenty of time screaming, “OMG, enough already…. MOVE OUT THE WAY!” But, of course, they don’t hear me, and of course I know it’s pointless. So I’ve been trying for a few years now to become road rage-less. I’m not sure how successful I am at it. It comes and goes.
I used to work and hang out in Chicago for a lotta, lotta years, so aggressive city driving is in my bones. It’s hard to shake. Plus, I feel like if I do shake it, I’ll lose my edge and become my worst nightmare……a lollygagging driver. Oh my! But maybe that’s a good thing. My girlfriends back home were never fans of my driving and I’ve never been known to do the speed limit. So maybe I’m surrounded by southern drivers for a reason. Maybe now that I’m getting older, wiser, and more at peace with myself, I can become more at peace with the road. Because after all…”What’s the rush?” What about you? Are you at peace with the road?
Photo by Ali Haider
I have my times. You know, trying to get to a scheduled appointment on time. However, where I live, you’re dealing mostly with “crazy” fast drivers who are basically whizzing past me just to end up 1 car ahead. “Hurry up and wait” is what I say to them. Of course they don’t know it. But this topic does remind me of when we were on our way to Aurora, and you stabbed me in the eye with scissors. I know it was a complete accident, but an assault is an assault. LOL!!
Okay, Starla, why must you put me on blast about the scissor incident? You make it sound so sordid and horrible when it was only a lovely little scratch next to your eye (not a brutal stabbing). Plus, the small trickle of blood actually brought out the natural beauty of your eyes. So I think a “Thank you, Demetria” is in order instead of an assault bashing. LOL! Also, in my defense, the blog stated that my girlfriends weren’t fans of my driving. Yet that only leaves me to believe, once again, you all are just……haters. 🙂
LOL! Sounds like Starla has your number girlfriend! I would not say I am an aggressive driver- I don’t get too mad- but because I drive so much everyday (70 plus miles round trip) I am impatient to get where I am going. I really like to drive- I like when it’s just me in the car, the radio and – oh, a straight drive!
Yes, Susan, unfortunately Starla does have my number. And also way too much information about me. But I trust her, so I’m not worried. Also, I do understand about having alone time in the car. When I lived in Illinois every job I had required at least a 45 minute commute or more.
I used to enjoy commuting until I got burned out on it. Now my commute is only a few shorts steps into my home office. Thank God. I believe I paid the price for this well-deserved “no commute” time, due to all those years…and years…and years of commuting.
Advice from a southern gal: “Just stop and enjoy the monkeys already!” Lol…where did that photo come from?
Shena, I’m trying so hard to stop and enjoy the monkeys, but sometimes I want to shake them DARNED monkeys off my back and off the roadway. I’m glad you saw the symbolism of that photo, I was hoping at least one person would. Thanks, for your comments.
Well as you know when it comes to driving. I will drive my BFF’s any where. I am the more cautious driver out of all the friends:) LOL!
But with age as come road rage. If your in my car now days you will hear me yell “COME ON!! HOW GREEN DOES THE LIGHT HAVE TO BE!!!”
Sometimes I make myself laugh.
Oh, Demetria since Starla is telling on you. I guess I will tell alittle something too. Not only do you like to drive fast. But you did not want to wear a seat belt. Remember how I would not drive off until you put it on. Sorry:)
Luv U sister:)
Sharon, I use that same line…”How green does it have to be?” And I, too, make myself laugh. But I’m trying to mellow out with my roadway drama. Whenever I feel myself getting highly annoyed, I try to talk myself down off the ledge and realize people are just people. Their way of driving is the right way for them, even though it’s NOT the right way for me. So I try to breathe, relax and let them be. Sometimes this works, sometimes it doesn’t. But at least I’m trying. Also, thanks for putting me on seatbelt blast. 🙂