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Road idiots!

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Last evening, I was driving the Coronet to go pick up parts at the local parts emporium. I'm driving on the Interstate, at about 80 or so, just enjoying the mild temperatures, the rumble of the exhaust, and the nice day. Minding my business...

Some meth-head asswagon in a clapped out, no-exhaust, 15-year-old Ram POS comes alongside the Coronet, raps the throttle a few times in a vain attempt at attention-seeking, then barrels off down the number one lane. Probably online right after, claiming he "smoked" a yellow Dodge. "Smoked", alright. Running really rich, he ought to check the "check engine" light. Dumbass.

Not thirty seconds later, some hillbilly Bozo in a lifted F150 POS comes up, looks towards me and the car, and wants to race...sure. I let him do the asshole thing and drive away in his bucket-of-crap Ford. But, I saw the OHP cop behind us. Ford-boy did not, and got his dumbass pulled over. Big smiles for me!

Oh, but the fun isn't done yet. One block from the store, I've got the green and start across the intersection, when a jerkoff in a beater WRX starts to make the left turn across my path. I lay on the horn, and the little bastard flips me off.

All I wanna do is enjoy my car without drama. Why TF can't people just drive. Aim the car. Pay attention to traffic. Quit being an asshole, and just...drive...the...damned...car!
 
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Last evening, I was driving the Coronet to go pick up parts at the local parts emporium. I'm driving on the Interstate, at about 80 or so, just enjoying the mild temperatures, the rumble of the exhaust, and the nice day. Minding my business...

Some meth-head asswagon in a clapped out, no-exhaust, 15-year-old Ram POS comes alongside the Coronet, raps the throttle a few times in a vain attempt at attention-seeking, then barrels off down the number one lane. Probably online right after, claiming he "smoked" a yellow Dodge. "Smoked", alright. Running really rich, he ought to check the "check engine" light. Dumbass.

Not thirty seconds late, some hillbilly Bozo in a lifted F150 POS comes up, looks towards me and the car, and wants to race...sure. I let him do the asshole thing and drive away in his bucket-of-crap Ford. But, I saw the OHP cop behind us. Ford-boy did not, and got his dumbass pulled over. Big smiles for me!

Oh, but the fun isn't done yet. One block from the store, I've got the green and start across the intersection, when a jerkoff in a beater WRX starts to make the left turn across my path. I lay on the horn, and the little bastard flips me off.

All I wanna do is enjoy my car without drama. Why TF can't people just drive. Aim the car. Pay attention to traffic. Quit being an asshole, and just...drive...the...damned...car!
Anyone driving an old muscle car is a magnet for this kind of stuff. You're not going to "blend into traffic" in a B body mopar. People want to take pictures and kids want to race.
 
Last evening, I was driving the Coronet to go pick up parts at the local parts emporium. I'm driving on the Interstate, at about 80 or so, just enjoying the mild temperatures, the rumble of the exhaust, and the nice day. Minding my business...

Some meth-head asswagon in a clapped out, no-exhaust, 15-year-old Ram POS comes alongside the Coronet, raps the throttle a few times in a vain attempt at attention-seeking, then barrels off down the number one lane. Probably online right after, claiming he "smoked" a yellow Dodge. "Smoked", alright. Running really rich, he ought to check the "check engine" light. Dumbass.

Not thirty seconds later, some hillbilly Bozo in a lifted F150 POS comes up, looks towards me and the car, and wants to race...sure. I let him do the asshole thing and drive away in his bucket-of-crap Ford. But, I saw the OHP cop behind us. Ford-boy did not, and got his dumbass pulled over. Big smiles for me!

Oh, but the fun isn't done yet. One block from the store, I've got the green and start across the intersection, when a jerkoff in a beater WRX starts to make the left turn across my path. I lay on the horn, and the little bastard flips me off.

All I wanna do is enjoy my car without drama. Why TF can't people just drive. Aim the car. Pay attention to traffic. Quit being an asshole, and just...drive...the...damned...car!
I love the way you wrote this. Very entertaining - and of course, very relatable. :)

We've talked about this more than once on this forum - the way you have to be "on guard" constantly when
driving our cars.
I had a great, old school driving instructor back in the 70's in high school drivers' ed. His best piece of advice
was to anticipate ahead of time everyone else out there doing the most stupid **** imaginable - that way,
you'll never get surprised when they do.
He's right - and that advice has served me well, on the race track and on the roads, ever since. :)
 
Anyone driving an old muscle car is a magnet for this kind of stuff. You're not going to "blend into traffic" in a B body mopar. People want to take pictures and kids want to race.

I had a dick in a Dodge minivan feel a bit froggy and wanted to race me a while back...I blew his doors into the next county. He probably has to belt his kids in with cargo straps now, since he has no doors anymore.

Also, the reason I traded off my bone-stock, 300-hp C4 '95 Corvette a couple of years back. It was a sweet, sweet car, all murdered out in black. But I had all sorts of dillholes try to run 'em on the highway. I got tired of the bullshit and traded it off on a '14 VW Passat TDi. I'll take 42 mpg and a peaceful drive with that over the Corvette. I had my "mid-life" thing with the 'Vette. BTW, most Corvette owners fit the negative stereotype people have of them. Another reason I bailed on that car.
 
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I always get stuck behind the idiot driving 10-20 under the speed limit.
Or someone giving up their right-of-way and letting someone in while holding up everyone behind.
 
I had a dick in a Dodge minivan feel a bit froggy and wanted to race me a while back...I blew his doors into the next county.

Also, the reason I traded off my bone-stock, 300-hp C4 '95 Corvette a couple of years back. It was a sweet, sweet car, all murdered out in black. But I had all sorts of dillholes try to run 'em on the highway. I gottired of the bullshit and traded it off on a '14 Passat TDi. I'll take 42 mpg and a peaceful drive with that over the Corvette. I had my "mid-life" thing with tha.
Roll racing that minivan that you know is slower than you is how you'll end up wrapping your mopar around a tree.

Smh I woulda kept the Vette and just lived with it...
 
I had a dick in a Dodge minivan feel a bit froggy and wanted to race me a while back...I blew his doors into the next county. He probably has to belt his kids in with cargo straps now, since he has no doors anymore.

Also, the reason I traded off my bone-stock, 300-hp C4 '95 Corvette a couple of years back. It was a sweet, sweet car, all murdered out in black. But I had all sorts of dillholes try to run 'em on the highway. I got tired of the bullshit and traded it off on a '14 VW Passat TDi. I'll take 42 mpg and a peaceful drive with that over the Corvette. I had my "mid-life" thing with the 'Vette. BTW, most Corvette owners fit the negative stereotype people have of them. Another reason I bailed on that car.
"Tupperware" :)
 
My pet peeve is tailgaters; happened other morning driving my '63 with the top down. This young gal's face I can see clearly in my mirror she was so close. I was driving pert near 10 over the limit as it was. I put my hands up like WDF ya doing. She backed off for a few seconds then same ****. Again put a hand up; nope no reaction. THIS happens frequently. Sometimes I think people must think an old ride is in their way of their more important business driving their SUV's or rice grinders even though I'm already 5 or 10 over the limit.

I taught my daughters NOT to tailgate - your at the complete mercy of the driver ahead or what they might encounter in front of them they may not see...and it can piss some people off. Road rage today isn't what it used to be with some people armed that shouldn't be.
 
Roll racing that minivan that you know is slower than you is how you'll end up wrapping your mopar around a tree.

Smh I woulda kept the Vette and just lived with it...

I've been driving since age 12, and I'm pushing retirement age now. Not at all worried about that crap. As for the 'Vette? I fulfilled a personal desire with that car. And off it went when the desire went away. Too easy.
 
I live out in the sticks a ways. One place I lived at 30 years ago was 7 mi to town down a Mo. blacktop. I would head to town as I would meet a car, they would al:lol:ways vear over toward me cause they were starring at my ride coming toward them. I got nervous when took my 71 Cuda to town. Was not so nervous driving my 68-8 RR and Chargers, they wern't worth so much back then!
 
Roll racing that minivan that you know is slower than you is how you'll end up wrapping your mopar around a tree.

Smh I woulda kept the Vette and just lived with it...
Ah, the wisdom of age...
The younger, 20's me would drive Fred the GTX like it was stolen, despite knowing its' limitations.
The old fart writing this now is fully aware of the limitations and isn't the least bit irked when
someone pulls up next to me acting the fool.
I usually get tickled at them instead. Let 'em think what they want, I don't care one whit.
They don't have anything like Fred and are probably jealous anyways. Screw 'em. :)
 
My pet peeve is tailgaters; happened other morning driving my '63 with the top down. This young gal's face I can see clearly in my mirror she was so close. I was driving pert near 10 over the limit as it was. I put my hands up like WDF ya doing. She backed off for a few seconds then same ****. Again put a hand up; nope no reaction. THIS happens frequently. Sometimes I think people must think an old ride is in their way of their more important business driving their SUV's or rice grinders even though I'm already 5 or 10 over the limit.

I taught my daughters NOT to tailgate - your at the complete mercy of the driver ahead or what they might encounter in front of them they may not see...and it can piss some people off. Road rage today isn't what it used to be with some people armed that shouldn't be.
Yep, plastered on your rear bumper, usually with a visible cell phone in their hands despite the law...
 
Last evening, I was driving the Coronet to go pick up parts at the local parts emporium. I'm driving on the Interstate, at about 80 or so, just enjoying the mild temperatures, the rumble of the exhaust, and the nice day. Minding my business...

Some meth-head asswagon in a clapped out, no-exhaust, 15-year-old Ram POS comes alongside the Coronet, raps the throttle a few times in a vain attempt at attention-seeking, then barrels off down the number one lane. Probably online right after, claiming he "smoked" a yellow Dodge. "Smoked", alright. Running really rich, he ought to check the "check engine" light. Dumbass.

Not thirty seconds later, some hillbilly Bozo in a lifted F150 POS comes up, looks towards me and the car, and wants to race...sure. I let him do the asshole thing and drive away in his bucket-of-crap Ford. But, I saw the OHP cop behind us. Ford-boy did not, and got his dumbass pulled over. Big smiles for me!

Oh, but the fun isn't done yet. One block from the store, I've got the green and start across the intersection, when a jerkoff in a beater WRX starts to make the left turn across my path. I lay on the horn, and the little bastard flips me off.

All I wanna do is enjoy my car without drama. Why TF can't people just drive. Aim the car. Pay attention to traffic. Quit being an asshole, and just...drive...the...damned...car!

I totally agree. But sadly, your tale of stupidity is playing out over and over across the country in every state. I doesn’t matter if it’s a classic or a new car. If it’s nice with a sporty appearance some f up who watch Fast n Furious wants to try and draw you in.
Why can’t they just give you the thumps up and leave us to enjoy the ride?
 
Gotta admit, one time (in 1985), I was on US Hwy 50 out between Lamar, Colorado and the Kansas state line, driving back to OKC from DEN. A guy in a gold '68 Mercury Cougar XR7 comes up alongside and wants to run 'em...let's go! So off we went. Not a car in sight for at least three miles. Beautiful, clear day! We are side-by-side, and I'm thinking he might just have me, when "boom!" his hood came flying off, up, and over his car! Holy Crap! He slows down and rolls in behind me. We pull over and stop. I'm pretty sure he pissed himself! His windshield was cracked up, and the hood ripped both hinges out and lay a crumpled mess a quarter-mile back. He asks me "what have you got in that Dodge?" "A 361." He, being a Ford guy, thinks "An Edsel motor?" "Nope, a Chrysler 361. A 383 with smaller pistons".About five minutes after we stopped, a CSP officer rolls up and asks if everything was OK. "Yes, sir, he just lost his hood!" Need any help? No, thanks, though!
 
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Just keep them guessing. Dont let them follow you home though.
 
Why can’t they just give you the thumps up and leave us to enjoy the ride?
Well now, to be fair - that's the response typically with us here the vast majority of the time.
I think that has a lot to do with what region of the country we're talking about, too -
in my case here in TN there's still a lot of old school respect and kids being reared properly
and that does reflect in the driving out in the rural areas.
The closer you get to a metropolitan area, though - that crap goes out the door. :)
 
Gotta admit, one time (in 1985), I was on US Hwy 50 out between Lamar, Colorado and the Kansas state line, driving back to OKC from DEN. A guy in a gold '68 Mercury Cougar XR7 comes up alongside and wants to run 'em...let's go! So off we went. Not a car in sight for at least three miles. Beautiful, clear day! We are side-by-side, and I'm thinking he might just have me, when "boom!" his hood came flying off, up, and over his car! Holy Crap! He slows down and rolls in behind me. We pull over and stop. I'm pretty sure he pissed himself! His windshield was cracked up, and the hood ripped both hinges out and lay a crumpled mess a quarter-mile back. He asks me "what have you got in that Dodge?" "A 361." He, being a Ford guy, thinks "An Edsel motor?" "Nope, a Chrysler 361. A 383 with smaller pistons".About five minutes after we stopped, a CSP officer rolls up and asks if everything was OK. "Yes, sir, he just lost his hood!" Need any help? No, thanks, though!
I know that stretch of highway well, probably wasn't another car for 30 miles.
 
I always get stuck behind the idiot driving 10-20 under the speed limit.
Or someone giving up their right-of-way and letting someone in while holding up everyone behind.
And they know they’re going that slow too. We call them the “Gatekeepers” lol
 
Last evening, I was driving the Coronet to go pick up parts at the local parts emporium. I'm driving on the Interstate, at about 80 or so, just enjoying the mild temperatures, the rumble of the exhaust, and the nice day. Minding my business...

Some meth-head asswagon in a clapped out, no-exhaust, 15-year-old Ram POS comes alongside the Coronet, raps the throttle a few times in a vain attempt at attention-seeking, then barrels off down the number one lane. Probably online right after, claiming he "smoked" a yellow Dodge. "Smoked", alright. Running really rich, he ought to check the "check engine" light. Dumbass.

Not thirty seconds later, some hillbilly Bozo in a lifted F150 POS comes up, looks towards me and the car, and wants to race...sure. I let him do the asshole thing and drive away in his bucket-of-crap Ford. But, I saw the OHP cop behind us. Ford-boy did not, and got his dumbass pulled over. Big smiles for me!

Oh, but the fun isn't done yet. One block from the store, I've got the green and start across the intersection, when a jerkoff in a beater WRX starts to make the left turn across my path. I lay on the horn, and the little bastard flips me off.

All I wanna do is enjoy my car without drama. Why TF can't people just drive. Aim the car. Pay attention to traffic. Quit being an asshole, and just...drive...the...damned...car!
and they want to no why road rage is on the rise thank God nothing happened
 
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