Wow, thanks for the thread! After dealing with the the nuts on the road yesterday I sat down in my recliner and started wondering if Celine had a target painted on her somewhere with invisible paint that only idiot drivers could see. Or are people just upset with us cuz we be riding in style? Was refreshing to log on this am and find this thread, posted apx the same time I was counting the new grey hairs I earned in my driving endeavors...reflecting on how many close calls I have had since selecting my little piece of heaven on wheels. (Ok, Ok, so it's not so little)
I have 3 close calls that stand out just this month, I've thrown out last months as I give myself some credit for last month, going from a small compact back to a large sedan has a readjustment period, not to mention the babying the 'new' car period. Not to mention working out the cramps in the legs from being stuck in a sardine can for 4 years...
I had picked my son up from work and had some time to waste, so after filling up and trip to the car wash for a quick vac and wash, I decided to stop by an auto parts store to pick up a new tire gauge, price some cleaning supplies and browse around at all the goodies they offer. The street in front of the store is a 5 lane, 2 south, 2 north, 1 center left turn lane. I merge into the left lane and come to a stop, left turn signal on, I sit, waiting for the south bound traffic to be stopped by the traffic light about 1/4 mile up the road. I note this white suv, south bound, that keeps starting to come into the left turn lane but then returns to the drive lane. Hmm, someone needs to put down the cell phone and pay attention and make up their mind, traffic is to heavy for this bull...I start looking around for an escape while having a flash back of sitting at a stop light and having my brand new Buick Century totaled at 349 miles on it several years ago, due to a kid driving that didn't know what the brake pedal was. I count cars, note colors of cars, gauge the gaps in between as I am certain this suv is not going to stay in the drive lane, I look in the rear view mirror and then back at the suv, holy crap the *dang* thing is now 3/4 of the way in to the lane, maybe 50 feet in front of me and not slowing down, a semi truck is going by on the passenger side, by this time I can see the female driver of the suv is painting her finger nails. My son grabs the dash and is using some choice words. "Brace yourself!", just as the semi got clear of the front bumper I yank the wheel hard right and put my foot through the floor board. Celine jumped and I swear I felt some hesitation, "DON'T PULL YOUR STALL S$$$ NOW BI$$$". The ole girl took off, the suv missed hitting the driver side rear bumper by within 6 inchs and I stood up on the brakes, both feet, just in time to avoid putting the front end under the rear of the semi's trailer. Had to stop at the first place I could go to to catch my breath and check my drawers on that one. Sat in a McD's for an hour before I could drive any further and shook like a leaf in a wind storm the rest of the way home...
Last Tuesday I woke to the phone ringing and was soon getting a knock on my bedroom door, "Dad my ride called and he can't make it out his drive, your going to have to take me to work, if we can get around the lake, the road hasn't been plowed", after the 30 minute drive getting around the lake, we get to US 12, surprize surprize surprize, it had not been plowed, had very little traffic and the only way I knew I was in the lane is the rumble strips they put in the center and side of the road this past summer. Get into Elkhart, they had attempted plowing but with the snow falling, drifting, and single digit temps, no salt or gravel had been put out. At least the streets where a little better and should be ok sailing so long as I take it nice and easy. I turn south on CR-9 off of CR-4, a few blocks go by and a pick up truck pulls out from a side street, the way he/she was driving I assume it was a 4wd, gets up my tail pipe and stays there. I guess they wanted to park in the trunk or wanted to admire the leather in the back seats. About a block from CR-6 intersection I start slowing down and tapping my brake hoping the driver would back off as the light was going to be red by the time we got to it. NOT! They attempted to get closer. I told my son to keep his eye's open, the way this fool is sniffing my rear end stopping is not an option! Lucky for us it was 3:45 am and traffic was near non existence. "Dad you better hit the gas, turn, or something, there's a car right there and it's sliding sideways" I tap the brake, the truck doesn't slow up and flashes his/her high beams. I hit the brake, slide, traction control takes over, I turn the wheel left, no go, right, no go, the low trac light goes out I tap the gas, it flashes but doesn't stay on and I give it a little more gas. I note the lights from the truck are not as bright as before, but I had made it through the intersection and was safe. BAM! BAM! I jump, noting Celine hadn't jolted or slide. I looked in the rear view mirror to see the truck sitting sideways, front end head north east with the car that had been sliding sitting partly on top of the trucks rear tires and looked as if it was rocking on what use to be the tail gate, getting ready to tip over onto it's passenger side....
Although not really a near miss, a bit of road rage event happened yesterday. Through the rain and fog, partly flooded streets, I had a few errands, a doctors appointment and due to the weather, had been ask by a couple elderly neighbors if they could ride with, as they didn't feel safe driving. We had been discussing how many idiots where out and wondering what bubble gum machine some of these nuts got their drivers license. I find myself east bound on LaSalle St., in South Bend, traffic was moderate to light. I was in the right lane which ended a block up the road. This little electric car that would fit in the trunk with room for groceries is in the left lane, staying just close enough that I wasn't going to be able to merge over. I look and see a solid line of cars behind it and know they are not going to let me merge. Attitudes have been strong since Notre Dame lost! I speed up, this little hot wheels car speeds up, I slow down, it's slows down. Na, ain't happening, I got more power in my power window on a bad day than that, that, that death trap does on a good day going down a mountain side with a 100mph wind pushing down. I lightly pressed the gas, the lady driving speed up, um don't try me, I just ain't in no mood. Speed up a touch more, she winds her rubber band a bit tighter. Ok, you want to play, I pressed the peddle down, flipped her off, and put her in the rear view mirror without even raising the rpms... After finding a parking place in the parking garage at the doctor's office and asking this guy that parked a suv in a 'compact car only' spot when a full size suv became compact, I hear this female voice cursing to make a sailor blush. I turned to quickly have a finger in my face, giving me what for, she had followed me. "Lady, learn how to drive and realize your rubber band in your want to be car just can't be wound tight enough to pass a YUGO!"
Funny thing, an elderly man that catches a ride with me to the local coffee stop, gave me a noise button he picked up at the mall called HILLBILLY HONKER, as something it has on it reminded him of me. "Hey get that Big Mac out of your face and DRIVE!"
Safe journey to you all!!
Celine-2003 Pontiac Bonneville SLE *1/13 Duralast C-Max Gold Pads w/ 11' Duralast Rotors*