As someone who's driven
for nearly fifty years, and who's made a living at it for most of the
last eight years, I have a couple of observations. Bear with me
while I rant, okay?
Most people think they are
“above average” drivers. Obviously half of them are
wrong...maybe more, I was never very good at maths. People claim to
be good drivers by pointing out that they've never had an accident.
This means nothing. All it tells us is that other
drivers have been good at avoiding being hit by them. Miracles do
happen.
Everyone is Mario
Andretti. And one thing you can never do is question another
person's driving ability. They'll take it as a deeply personal
insult. There is a strength of conviction that is almost
religious in fervor.
Guys feel as if they own a
certain amount of space in front of their car. God forbid that you
violate this space (by, say, changing lanes and pulling in front of
them). Instead of just slowing down and readjusting that following
distance, they will demonstrate their displeasure by riding your
bumper, honking their horn and/or other, more graphic gestures of
anger.
On a boulevard (e.g. two
lanes in each direction), a guy will dawdle along slowly in the left
lane, blocking traffic. He may be focused on his phone, or lighting
a joint or whatever, but he is oblivious to traffic around him.
Until... Until an opening appears in the traffic and you try to pass
him on the right. Then he will suddenly wake up, and it's “race-on!”
Happens every time. Every time. Guys do not like to be passed.
It's a masculinity thing. They think it's a threat or insult to let
someone get over on them or get by them. Guys really are way too
competitive, especially behind the wheel.
Which brings us to my pet
peeve: Americans simply don't understand the concept of “keep
right.” They don't realize that it applies everywhere, yes, even
on roads that are not Interstate highways. And on those Interstates,
people will doggedly plod along in the left lane, sanctimoniously
believing that they're perfectly fine and legal as long as they're
going the speed limit. Which is false. Nobody appointed you to be a
traffic cop, a controller of vehicle speed other than your own. Just
keep to the right and let those bastard law-breakers go by. Karma or
the real police may catch up with them eventually, but it's not your
call.
I could go on, but I
won't. Driving for a living can be a frustrating experience until
you learn to just let it go. For me, driving is not a competitive
sport. If someone wants to go around or get ahead of me, I just let
them. No big deal. It's not a race. Plus, I'm judged and rated on
my driving now; too many dings for unsafe driving can get you
permanently deactivated from Uber. And yeah, that happens.
I don't know where I fall
on the good/bad driver scale, but I try to not make people who are
riding with me feel like we're about to have an accident. And if you
can make paying passengers feel safe, I guess that's got to count for
something.
3 comments:
“... driving for me is not a competitive sport.”
Couldn’t have said it better myself. I’m afraid for my wife, however, it is. I’m afraid she might end up in jail for road rage.
My husband drove a big truck for 18 years so he's right in there with you when it comes to your observations. He recently "retired" and is so happy to be off the road. Too many people drive like they got their drivers license from a video racing game. I prefer to stay at home.
Bob and Leigh, thanks for your comments. I'm glad I'm not the only one!
I see so many people who have their ego invested in their driving. It's weird. They get all annoyed if someone merely cuts in front of them - not unsafely, mind you, just cuts into "their" space. Well I've got news for you, bub, you have no space. It's not yours. Especially not in moderately-heavy traffic.
Or if somebody does something stupid, some people get all bent out of shape. My father was like that. He was a very good driver, but boy would he get pissed! He felt like it was his duty to teach the world how to drive. Ultimately however, for me it's just too frustrating and draining. I'm like, "I see this so much every damn day. Just let it go..."
The awful truth is that there are a lot of really bad (or simply inexperienced) drivers out there! You just have to accept that fact and deal with it. No amount of horn-honking or steering wheel-pounding or yelling is going to make a damn bit of difference, other than elevating your blood pressure. I just assume that every other driver out there is an unqualified a-hole and try to keep them from hitting me. Serenity now!
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