The Blog of Justice

Friday, April 20, 2007

Aggressive driving

Some people who get in a car automatically become aggressive.

Usually timid people who wouldn't hurt a fly, much less square up to somebody, climb into a car and act like they're on steroids.

What's this time-honoured tradition about?

Is it because you're worried about driving in such a high-priced car and you're concerned that they're going to crash into your money-pit?

Or perhaps you think that being encased in a metal shell with a glass viewing window gives you free licence to act like a knob and be fully protected.

You do of course have the safety blanket of acting shocked when somebody actually gets out of their car to confront your childish behaviour.

Grow up, and start driving like you're walking down the street instead of being at war in Iraq.

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Thursday, March 15, 2007

Traffic Patterns

They're determinable to a point, but eventually they start to get a bit ridiculous.

When you do your best to analyse which way the traffic's going to go and when, for the most part you are going to get it wrong.

I've been driving from my hometown into Bristol for nine months now, and I can't work out what causes certain types of congestion.

The rush hour is inevitable because a lot of people in my hometown have to get to, and home from, work at peak times. This I can understand.

What I can't understand however, is how the hell it can change by a thousand cars depending on a factor I have yet to determine.

Wednesday morning. 6:55am. My Dad and I pull out of the usual road onto the usual busy road. It's rammed, and there's traffic queueing back for at least two-hundred yards behind us. We go to work.

Thursday morning. 6:55am. My Dad and I pull out of the road onto the busy road. Nothing there. Not a single car. Empty.

Friday morning. Medium density, not as bad as Wednesday.

The following Monday. Nothing on the road.

Tuesday: Horrendous.

Wednesday: Empty.

What. The. Hell. Is. Going. On?!?!?!

I'm like a mugging victim. If I could work out why it was happening, I'd probably be a bit happier about it. Find routine. Find a way around it. But no!

Raging rant concluded.

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