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Road Rage

Because I commute to work each day, an average of about 45 minutes to an hour each way, I have lots of time to think and observe. Road rage is also an easy skill to develop ... especially with the Interstate "parking lot" of stationary vehicles.

I've noticed there are certain drivers who have similar styles ...

One of my favorites is The Old Man Gipping the Steering Wheel. It's also one that might cause you to shudder ... especially if he was behind you. Sam had this same vacant look in his eyes when he drove ... even when he was 20.

The Young Rock Star is always a treat to see .... from a safe distance (preferably in another city). The stereo can usually be heard within 50 car lengths and there are usually 15 other teenage passengers in the car hanging out the windows.

The Distracted Driver always seems to be in the passing lane.  These are very talented individuals who can talk on the phone, eat a hamburger and apply makeup while driving a car. They can also manage to tune out the obscenities that other drivers scream at them while they bob and weave through traffic.

Big Fat Tough Truckers are ... okay ... not shown here.

The Sticker Lovers share their deepest thoughts and ideas on their car bumpers. Sometimes it's not enough to just put one idea in place ....

.... sometimes they put their whole family on the windshield.

Then there are those drivers that you just can't seem to put a finger on ....


You make me laff. thanx for the giggle. Have a wicked cool weekend.
Joel Momberg said…
I'm glad I helped make your day ... You made mine too!
Toni said…
I haven't seen a trucker that looks like that! They must all drive the roads around you...hmm. At least bumper stickers give you something to read in traffic. And that last that Don King with a towel wrapped around his head??
Joel Momberg said…
@Toni ... I was gonna say Mother Trucker but I changed my mind. Don King even looks better!

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