Quick Rant

Sorry folks, been slammed at work. The next few days should be slightly less hectic so I’ll try to get a couple of posts up. For now, here’s a quick rant that occurred to me on my way in this morning. I’ll even paint another picture for you…

Driving along behind some d-bag (I’ll make our d-bag "gender-neutral" for today, as I’ve found this scenario carried out by both women and men). Our d-bag is driving much slower than they should be, allowing a great empty space to develop between themselves and the vehicle in front of them. And what happens with empty spaces? Why, they get filled up by other vehicles that are entering off of side roads. Which adds to the congestion in front of me, which slows things down, which extends my commute time. See where I’m going here?

Back to the d-bag; they continue to drive slowly…a car pulls out in front of them and the d-bag slams their brakes on. We start moving again, and the d-bag again goes too slowly, another large space develops, another car enters the stream from a side road, d-bag hits their brakes, drives slower, another space develops, another vehicle comes in, etc., etc., etc.

By this time, I’ve basically pushed through the windshield; my head is stretched out over the hood, my voice screaming promises of vengeance against d-bag’s entire family, neck veins stretching the very limits of human skin tensile strength…in other words, I’m taking things pretty calmly.

Just when it seems this d-bag has no idea where their accelerator pedal is, we approach a traffic light. The light is green…for the moment. We’re still a fair distance away, but I know what’s about to happen; the light goes yellow and the d-bag floors it. Lurching forward like it’s been shot out of a catapult, their car rockets through the intersection, dragging any vestiges of yellow light along with it. What’s left? Me; sitting at a red light and now extending my curses upon d-bag’s descendents as well.

Such is life on the commuting trail…can’t wait for riding weather to get here so I can get the bike back into action. Then I can show ‘em. I’ll show ‘em all!

(Evil laugh emanates forth…)