Okay, I know we already have a few "Blizzard" threads going, and the topic of bad winter drivers is a common theme here this time of year.
I guess I just need to vent. I am fed up with the ever-increasing number of Ass-Hats who feel inclined to set a personal-best time on their commute... IN A FREAKING BLIZZARD!!!
Guess what, people? I actually enjoy my life. I would really like to live until April to see what turning 45 feels like. You wanna kill yourself, fine. Start your vehicle and never leave your closed garage. Leave me and everyone else on the road out of the equation.
To the lady in the white Escalade in the left lane of I-75N this afternoon... Next time, for the love of God, DO NOT slam on your brakes when you hit black ice!!! Thankfully for those of us in the right lane, you over-corrected to the left, and simply buried yourself in the median. As I passed, I was thankful to see that this turn of events had zero impact on your phone coversation.
To the guy 5 miles later, in the Yukon Denali... Obviously, you posess better skills behind the wheel than everyone else on the highway, and you are clearly driving the only vehicle ever produced that is immune to the laws of physics. Still, if you hadn't been going 70mph, you would not have had to hit the brakes when you saw the state trooper in the median. Again, black ice.
Unfortunately, you over-corrected to the right, and damn near took-out a minivan on your way off the road.
But you weren't done yet, were you? Nope. As the rest of us were gathering our wits and keeping out of each other's way, you decided that "I gots me a Denali, I can get back on the highway!!!" And you did just that, fine sir. After coming to a complete stop, you shot up the little hill, across the shoulder,across the right lane, and back into the left lane. And you did all of this while leaving me almost 10 feet between the nose of my Miata and your running-board. Well played.
It was quite unfortunate that you buried it big-time 10-seconds later, before the state trooper who caused your whole mess could even figure out what the Hell was going on.
And finally, to a certain douche-bag co-worker... You spent 15 minutes in the parking lot after work telling me "Dude, no way you're makin' it home tonight in that stupid-ass little car, you'll kill yourself. We shut down 2 hours early, so we're all going bar-hopping. You can crash at my place." Uh, no thanx. I just want to go home.
And despite a couple other "Bunny-Nose" sphincter moments, me and the Miata successfully completed our 27-mile commute thru the storm... The second half of which featured the wonders of near-zero visibility and horizontal sleet and freezing rain.
And the co-worker??? Less than a half mile from work, he spun-out directly in front of me on the entrance ramp to I-75, went off the road, and beached his Jeep Commander at the bottom of the hill.
Sorry for the rant. Just happy to be home with my cat curled up on my lap... Gotta get up tomorrow and do it all over again. And for some reason, I don't think that's going to be enough time for alot of people to figure this E36 M3 out.