Thoughts on Crazy Driving in America and a Solution
Is it so hard to use a blinker? Will people's hands break off?
If we have to press '1' for English when we make a phone call then how can immigrants in America read road signs in English? Scary!
Who was the wise guy who thought it was a bright idea to give a sixteen year old kid a driver's license when the kid can't even vote or join the military or wipe his own rear end the the right way?
We're a civilized people? We travel at dangerous high speeds with only a painted line to divide us from incoming traffic. Real smart!
A person can walk into a liquor store, buy a bottle of liquor, and then get into his car and drive away. Yeah, that little painted line on the road is going to really save me!
School buses do not have seat belts for kids but a driver can be given a ticket by a cop for not wearing a seat belt--uh, can someone explain that to me?
There is a fast lane and a slow lane. My question is...why? Shouldn't all traffic travel at the same speed? It's called obeying the speed limit!!!
The interstates and highways in America are one long game of Russian Roulette.
There are over three hundred million people in America...countless people driving all at once in different sized vehicles at different speeds, and some of them can't even read or speak English...yeah, and people wonder why there are so many funeral homes in America.
The yellow light on a stop light means 'START TO SLOW DOWN' not 'HIT THE GAS'!
People who throw trash out of their cars should be sent to a prison camp in outer Serbia for twenty years!
Here's a hint: All the mirrors attached to your car are to be used to help you drive in traffic not put on your makeup.
People who drive and talk or text on their cellphone need to be shipped to the Sahara Desert in the middle of July!
People who blast their radios so loud the earth shakes should be put in a room with a loud siren constantly blaring for one whole year!
I get a little nervous if someone starts to walk behind me to close in a grocery store--so why do people follow behind my car like they are trying to read my VIN number up close and personal?
Solution: Go back to the horse and buggy days! You never had a sheriff pulling over a drunk cowboy swerving down main street on his horse!