Growing up pushing the shopping cart, playing “Cruisin’ USA” and riding go-carts got us all excited for a lifetime of driving. Driving was so exhilarating for that first week after we got our licenses. We’d offer to drive anywhere because it was such a thrill.

Now it’s gotten to the point where I’m convinced that, last year, one of my housemates only drove his car home and back, and another took a two-month driving hiatus, just leaving his car parked in front of someone else’s townhouse.

Driving has become such a remedial task; there are more things about it that bother us rather than make it enjoyable.

Jackie wrote about what a terrible driver she is.

She admitted that she and the rest of the state of Connecticut can’t handle a 4-way stop sign. Her comments just added fuel to my tank.

Guys, I don’t care if you are dating Danica Patrick, you better be the one driving. Wouldn’t it be nice to take her for a ride?

Speaking of females driving, apparently stop signs don’t apply to Britney Spears – who isn’t allowed to drive her own kids. She just blows everything in sight.

I can’t understand why people can’t keep their cars clean. They always say how they live out of their car. Based on what’s in there, it looks like the life of a homeless person.

There are 38 beer/soda cans, obscure blankets, an orange cone, a putrid odor, coins scattered everywhere and 10-15 plastic bottles filled with tobacco spit.

Scrounge up some change and get an air freshener.

I am sick and tired of my friends, namely my cousin, who have the driver’s seat back as far as it goes, with one hand on the wheel, and blast music fit only for the wild.

I’d rather be welcomed to the jungle by Guns N’ Roses.

Along the same lines, the show “Pimp My Ride” makes me sick. It just gives every kid with a Honda Civic more of a reason to treat their car like it’s a female.

I don’t know, maybe that’s the only motor they can get running. The only thing from that show worth putting on exhibit might be in you-know-who’s pants.

An article on driving wouldn’t be complete without an ode to #3. What do Dale Earnhardt and Pink Floyd have in common?

Their last big hit was the wall.

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