On Defensive Driving
Whilst driving to work today, some guy in a beat-up pickup whipped out in front of me from a gas station driveway. No big deal, happens all the time. I don't stress about it because, after all, I am 'Chilldaddy'. Now it goes without saying that traffic was clear for a half mile behind me, but after he needlessly cuts me off, we end up at a stop sign, traffic's not heavy at this time of day -- but he's scared to pull out. You know how a vehicle rocks when you take your foot off the brake, and your tail-lights blink? He does this over and over, with each sweet opening that passes before his rusted hood. I'm not exaggerating, he must have let seven perfectly wide holes get past him. He courageously darts in front of my vehicle like he's driving at Daytona, then he refuses to leave the safety of our stop sign. I swear it must have taken me an extra two minutes to get to work.
Now here's the really annoying part. His vehicle was making some kind of loud whistle, which almost gave me a headache because of the proximity of my subsequent sustained tailgating.
This is Chilldaddy, signing off, reminding you to always drive defensivly.
And... if somebody cuts you off, remember also that sometimes the best defense is a strong offense.
(BTW Mom, I don't really tailgate -- it's too scary.)