Fines for Stancetards who drive slower than my grandmother. You are not a car guy if you're afraid of speed. Sorry. I'm not telling you to drive like an idiot. Just drive normal. If you're swerving at 10mph under the speed limit to avoid road imperfection, I think that should hint something to you. Maybe like...raise your car.
On the Handicapped Placard issue:
My wife is a PCA for a 15 year old boy with severe Cerebral Palsy, and we take him out all the time. He has a placard that we use when we are with him, because it is pretty tough to maneuver him through a crowded parking lot.
A few months ago, we went out to a restaurant, and we were about to pull into the only open handicapped spot left, and we were cut off by two younger women with a kid. Now, neither one of these people was remotely handicapped, both hopped right out of the car with the kid with an attitude and began walking into the restaurant. We questioned them on the spot, and they told us to "go berkeley ourselves" and to "mind our own goddamn business". The picture on their placard was clearly an old man, possibly a relative, but definitely not one of these people. 
SWMBO told me it happens all the time and to just deal with it and not let it ruin our time, so I let it go. But man, people like that should be given a swift-swung baseball bat to the kneecaps and perhaps the face to see what it's like for those with real disabilities to live the way they do.
People who slow down to a crawl in the left hand lane and then turn across a turning lane into a parking lot.
Turn from the turning lane, idiots.
In reply to Handicapped Parking:
In Wisconsin, people over 300 pounds are eligible for permits. Sounds crazy,but that's the way it is.
Several years ago, Mom had double knee replacement. She had a temporary placard, while she was learning how to use her new legs. I met Mom and Dad for dinner, one night, and they pulled into a handicapped parking spot, as I was walking across the parking lot. As Mom was delicately extracting herself from the car (she REFUSED any help), another car zipped into the adjacent spot and a 20-something young man got out of the driver side and a 50-something woman got out of the passenger side. They quickly hoofed it past Mom and Dad. Dad, not one to keep his thoughts to himself, said aloud, "Gee, I wonder what their handicap is."
At this, the young man spun around and snapped, "My mom is anorexic!"
So, not only can you get special parking if you're fat, you can get it if you just think you're fat!
People who weave through heavy traffic. I don't care if you kill yourself, but don't cause a pile up in front of me.
Oh, and people who cut me off on the highway, then start fishtailing. If you are going to cut me off, do it well.
wbjones wrote:NOHOME wrote: Fines for allowing more than 2 feet of space between cars turning left at an advanced green light. Public execution for the guy at the front who ALWAYS seems to be asleep.I'm in agreement with the last part of that …. but I was taught that you should always leave room between you and the car stopped in front of you … we were taught to stop where we could still see the tires of the vehicle in front …. this to give a tiny bit of cushion in case you got rear ended … or needed to maneuver around the vehicle in front
Allow me to clarify: I don't need people to be butt-to-bumper at the light, but when the green arrow goes on, the stream of cars should look like the last turn at the Daytona as they head for the checker. If your passenger can actually get their head off the door glass, you need to go faster....There are people waiting in line behind you!!!!
More often than not, the next car behind me as I go through an advanced green is over 100' back. 6 cars could have gone through if the dolt knew how to use a steering wheel and a gas pedal...and the guy behind him and the guy behind him ect ect ect...
Handicap Parking...
I'll start with the fact that I have a placard. I have had both of my feet badly broken and then surgically rebuilt at a later date. Between arthritis and random shooting pains in my feet I could be walking fine one second and limping the next. I know I get dirty looks sometimes when an otherwise healthy young male hops out of a car with Disabled plates. Sometimes disabilities aren't that obvious.
On that note- One day I was parked in front of a store next to a handicap spot waiting for my wife to get off work. A Jeep Wrangler pulls up next to me in the blue spot. Out of the corner of my eye I see the driver jump out of the Jeep Nascar style without opening the door and jog up the ramp. I'm thinking to myself WTF! Then I take a closer look and see that the bottom half of his left leg is carbon fiber. If he wasn't wearing shorts I might have said something because I wouldn't have seen his prosthetic. It's not my place to decide who gets one, so I keep it to myself.
If somebody said something to me I would also tell them to berkeley off and mind their own business. My doctor, orthopedic surgeon, state disability, and DMV think I deserve a placard. I really don't need to justify it with some random d-bag.
If what the cars behind you are doing bothers you, just remove your rear view mirror. Then you can drive in peace.
I thought this was an interesting and enjoyable read in combination with this thread:
http://www.cracked.com/blog/the-4-most-baffling-driving-behaviors-everyone-encounters/
Racer1ab wrote: In reply to SyntheticBlinkerFluid: I once walked past an Exige with a handicapped placard and was tempted to wait and see just who got into the thing. I had a bit of difficulty clambering out of one and I'm not even 30!
In Ohio, the qualification is difficulty walking more than some arbitrary distance (100 feet?) without resting. Plenty of people around who are otherwise able-bodied but have respiratory issues and have difficulty walking that far.
People abusing handicap parking is one of my biggest pet peeves!
I was walking into a store as a young guy pulls into a handicap spot and hops out of the car, as he starts jogging towards the store, I yelled "at least you could F**kin" limp!" My timing was perfect, because as soon as my witty slam had left my mouth, the passenger door opened, and his poor gnarled and twisted wife, extricated herself from the car and slowly dragged herself towards the door as the man headed back to the car with the riding shopping cart! I said something like "I am sorry ... I'm a jerk!", but his response was that he appreciated my distain for those that misuse the handicap spaces.
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