Driving me crazy

Why do we drive the way we do? Does the way we drive reveal the kind of person we are? These are some of the traits that come to mind.

Speculator:

We have all seen cars that jump in and out of lanes hedging their position. A daily trading of lanes. The antithesis of this is those that stay in the same lane regardless. This leaves the rest to manoeuvre between the two in a hapless fashion. The lane jumpers volatile actions with no indication risks his total worth. The lane hugger is happy in the unyielding nature of his journey.

Politician:

“I’m stuck in the middle with you.” By Stealers Wheel

So many drivers hold the middle lane with no indication of changing their speed or lane. Left, middle or right?. Playing it safe in the middle guarentees that many are behind you. It is not the quite the freeway envisaged by our constitution.

And then there are the catchy, disrtracting bumper stickers expressing sentiments like “Equality for all” , “Liberation” and “Conserve our right(s).

Sneakers:

Don’t you just love this one. You will find a sneaker wherever there is a long line of cars waiting to turn or merge. He drives innocently up the side to the front, stops and puts the indicator on or he just slides innocently into a gap.

Snitch:

These one will snatch your parking spot in the blink of an eye before you can claim it

Fidgeter:

Wanted dead or alive. This type of personality can’t stop being alone. Driving is just not enough so chatting on the cell phone or texting fills an urgent need not to miss out on their social agenda.

Demon:

Testosterone mixed with a powerful dose of adrenaline is the fuel for some serious street racing. It propels these demons to speeds way in excess of any speed limit. The impounding of the car and a $10,000 fine is no deterrant.

It also revs road rage to excessive unpolite behaviour levels, where fingers are used as indicators. Raising the pinkie in a defensive move reflects how lame the perpetrators actions are.

Squeaky:

Those squeaky wheels beg for attention. Smoke billowing from the exhaust, eardrum splitting blasting from open windows and of course that infernal road hog (honk honk)