Published by deborah.woehr on 26 Feb 2006 at 03:35 pm
Cell Phone Drivers
This has become my biggest pet peeve where driving is concerned. What is so important that you can’t wait until you get to where you’re going to use the damned phone? The worst experience I had occurred when I was driving on the freeway one morning. I got stuck behind this older gentleman in a gold Mercedes, doing 30mph while everyone else was doing 80+. I could see him clearly, gabbing away on his phone, not a care in the world.
Ten minutes later, I was finally able to get around him. In my years of commuting to and from work, I’ve come to understand why road rage occurs.
This photo hit home with me because there have been so many times where I’ve almost been broadsided in parking lots. The picture gives a whole new meaning to Drive Thru, eh?
Lee Pletzers on 26 Feb 2006 at 3:47 pm #
That’s a huge problem over here, everyone’s doing it but they don’t slow down, they drift partially into the next lane and swerve back. It is against the law but no one gets pulled over.
Like the pics
deborah.woehr on 26 Feb 2006 at 3:55 pm #
It’s gotten so bad that they should implement a law. The cops out here are very revenue-hungry.
Fredcq on 27 Feb 2006 at 6:03 am #
Every time I see someone driving like, excuse my languge, an Ass on the road, there is a cell phone attached to that person’s ear. I once saw a woman driving with a cell phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other! I thought, “My god! Who is steering?”
deborah.woehr on 27 Feb 2006 at 10:58 am #
That’s crazy, Fred! Maybe she was using her left knee. Yikes!
S L Cunningham on 28 Feb 2006 at 4:49 pm #
Deborah,
Even worse is when you’re the passenger in car gone wild. I went grocery shopping with my grandfather, who was 86 at the time, and he insisted on driving, as he always did. After we came out of the store and got back in the old Wagoneer to drive back home, he put the car in drive, thinking he had it in reverse. When the Wagoneer lurched forward, he stomped on the gas pedal, thinking it was the brake. Hee-haw! Up over the median we went, taking out a couple of bushes and shopping carts, and almost plowing into the backend of a car just before I reached over with my foot and brought the Wagoneer to a stop.
“Huh, that’s strange,” my grandfather said. “It’s never done that before.”
Scot
deborah.woehr on 28 Feb 2006 at 7:24 pm #
The poor guy! My dad had to take my grandfather’s keys away when he drove home on the wrong side of the road for five miles.