That's a thing, right?
Where someone's driving too close behind me and I send a message to them by tapping my brakes several times and driving slower than i was before until they get the picture and "get off my ass" as my friend would say?
It was partially successful. He slowed down for about two minutes and then I didn't have the heart to be that annoying brake-tapper in front of a whole line of cars.
It's so much easier to try and appease the cars behind me and drive as fast as I think they want me to.
I drive fast a lot and on multi-lane roads get out of the way of people faster than me, but man, if I'm on an unfamiliar curvy road, you'd better believe I'm gonna drive however dang fast I want to.
(Oh, and when the speed limit decreases, if I remember, I sloooow down just to be legal as well as annoying/a reminder of the limit to cars behind me.)
Speaking of getting out of the way leads me to think about switching lanes, which in turn causes thoughts in my mind about turn signals. The other day, I didn't use my turn signal for the first time and I felt like such a hypocrite for hating on all of the people who I frequently witness failing to use their turn signals.
I thought this was something we learned in driver's ed.
I thought the turn signal thing is right next to your ring finger so you can flip it up and down without thinking.
I thought that people forgot to use their signals once in a while and it was very infrequent.
I was wrong.
People, in fact, either did not attend driver's education, have broken turn signals, have very bad muscle disorders of the left hand, or, out of hatred for the lives of other drivers on the road,
They have made the conscious decision never to use their signals.
This.
Is an abomination.
On another note about flashing lights, we all know about school zones and the flashing lights that warn all vehicles to drive at 15 miles per hour, especially around elementary schools, during times when kids are outside and thus more able to run out into the roads in an effort to end the misery.
My gov/soc teacher told me that people who happen to live within school zones can't run in their yards faster than 15 miles per hour. This made me curious as to how fast a human can run.
It's nice that the community cares enough about not hitting kids at 35 miles per hour and hitting them at 15 instead. I can tell because we all obey the rule. We don't even go the typical ten above. I like to think it doesn't all have to do with not getting ticketed; I think the community cares about our future generation and thinks of the elementary school as a sort of little treasure box with fragile and valuable boys and girls inside.
I'm always so proud of the cars that get into the left-turn lane. That means they're a parent about to drop a kid off. You go, mom, dad! You had a kid and by taking on that responsibility you are heroic!
School's out, and the lights are off for ten heavenly weeks. As I tear through the school zone at 35 miles per hour, I think of how much it sucks that I'll still be in beauty school when the light begins flashing again.
My mom told me I need to talk with mentors about how to like school better.
I will.
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