Do you know what gets my goat?
Bad driving, that's what.
I get so disillusioned with the human race when I'm driving.
I try to drive carefully and follow the highway code and speed limits. I got caught speeding once. It was 1994 and I was driving down a steep hill. I was doing 43mph in a 30 limit. Hardly Stirling Moss, but the £60 fine and the 3 points on my license were enough to make me pay attention to the speed limit ever since.
Most of the time I've got my precious boys in the car, so any downright dangerous driving frightens me.
I'm a confident driver. I passed my test, first time, at the age of 17. I've pretty much had a car ever since. I've driven abroad and am as comfortable in big cities as I am on motorways. I have driven all around London, so I've learned to drive defensively.
Even in sunny Lancashire we have our fair share of idiots who, in my opinion, shouldn't be allowed behind the wheel of a wheelbarrow, let alone a car or van. I must shake my head at other drivers every time I go out.
Are people rude and obnoxious before they get behind the wheel? Or do they transform when they put on their metal cloak?
I'm so sick of drivers jostling for position, cutting me up and pushing in. This behaviour wouldn't be tolerated in the supermarket queue, so why does it happen on the roads?
The lack of courtesy to pedestrians, cyclists and other road users astounds me. People don't indicate. They don't move over in narrow roads or where there are parked cars. They can't wait for a second at changing traffic lights without honking their horns.
Get out of my way. Beep beep. I'm more important than you. BEEP BEEP!
This post was written as part of the Sleep is for the weak writing workshop.
This week I chose writing prompt 5 - Have a good rant. Go on! You know you want to...
Thanks for that, I feel better now :-)