Was headed home the other night after a BBQ, driving down one of the only out bound roads in the East side of town. Which incidentally should be an 6 lane road but is currently down to 4 very narrow lanes due to construction. It's late enough to be dark and early enough for a decent amount of traffic on the road + cops, being a local cruise spot.
I'm in the left lane at a set of lights with the big orange construction cones right off my driver side window. Light turns green and I get up to the posted construction speed of 30mph. About 50 feet after the intersection an older rusted out oldsmobile makes a right from a parking lot into the left lane and starts driving like a crack head. Down the center of both lanes, randomly jerking left and right, going maybe 9mph, braking randomly, no turn signals. No left turn signs are posted every 50 feet & at every intersection, there's a huge trench dug out in the center of the road. Yet it looks like Zippy the wonder tard is looking for a place to cut across the construction area.
Of course everyone is stuck behind jerko in the olds because we're all afraid he's high or drunk, He's driving that erratically. I've got my window down being a nice night and I'd finally voiced my opinion of the guys driving at the top of my lungs. He apparently had his window down as well because as soon as "Pick a F$%^&G lane you ja$%a$$" left my mouth he stomped on his brakes and stopped completely, most of the way into the left lane. Seeing this the minivan to my right makes a break for it and squeezes passed the guy. I put it in first, shift my grip on the wheel and peer over my right shoulder to check the large blind spot my louvers make. Then zip into the right lane infront of the next guy who's about 20 feet back. Drop second with my rear tires right next to the guys open passenger window meaning to give the guy a little squak. The backend brakes loose with the tires screaming, the GT makes three small fishtails in my lane laying rubber before I get off the gas enough to track true.
My lovely wife says to me "You didn't need to swerve all over the place like that guy in the olds to prove he was driving like a crack head" All I could says was, totally my fault. GT broke loose alot easier without TCS than I thought it would and with only one hand on the wheel at the 1 oclock making small fast corrections is about impossible. Learned a lesson there. :doh:
I'm in the left lane at a set of lights with the big orange construction cones right off my driver side window. Light turns green and I get up to the posted construction speed of 30mph. About 50 feet after the intersection an older rusted out oldsmobile makes a right from a parking lot into the left lane and starts driving like a crack head. Down the center of both lanes, randomly jerking left and right, going maybe 9mph, braking randomly, no turn signals. No left turn signs are posted every 50 feet & at every intersection, there's a huge trench dug out in the center of the road. Yet it looks like Zippy the wonder tard is looking for a place to cut across the construction area.
Of course everyone is stuck behind jerko in the olds because we're all afraid he's high or drunk, He's driving that erratically. I've got my window down being a nice night and I'd finally voiced my opinion of the guys driving at the top of my lungs. He apparently had his window down as well because as soon as "Pick a F$%^&G lane you ja$%a$$" left my mouth he stomped on his brakes and stopped completely, most of the way into the left lane. Seeing this the minivan to my right makes a break for it and squeezes passed the guy. I put it in first, shift my grip on the wheel and peer over my right shoulder to check the large blind spot my louvers make. Then zip into the right lane infront of the next guy who's about 20 feet back. Drop second with my rear tires right next to the guys open passenger window meaning to give the guy a little squak. The backend brakes loose with the tires screaming, the GT makes three small fishtails in my lane laying rubber before I get off the gas enough to track true.
My lovely wife says to me "You didn't need to swerve all over the place like that guy in the olds to prove he was driving like a crack head" All I could says was, totally my fault. GT broke loose alot easier without TCS than I thought it would and with only one hand on the wheel at the 1 oclock making small fast corrections is about impossible. Learned a lesson there. :doh:
