What type of driver are you?

Drivers can be classified according to four basic types:
1. The wavers. These are the people who do something stupid (like cut you off), but who wave afterwards to show they are sorry.
2. The my-radio-suddenly-needs-changeders. Someone in this group will immediately focus all of their attention on their radio after they do something stupid. Just because you don’t see me doesn’t mean that I am not glaring at you!!
3. The do nothingers. This is the most frustrating group. They cut you off and do nothing! It’s as if they never even realized you were there. Sometimes I fall victim to feelings of road rage and I want to rear-end these guys just to let them know that yes, that huge red thing they saw in their mirror was indeed my car, which they just cut off. Punks.
4. The flip-you-offers. Surprisingly, these people do not upset me that much. At least they are acknowledging your presence!


7 thoughts on “What type of driver are you?

  1. I really hate the wavers… like waving suddenly makes it ok that you just about killed me?  I think not!!!

  2. I think I qualify for a different type of driver…If someone gets mad at me for something I did while driving….I make kissing faces with tounge included! I know I know I\’m bad.
    If some one is in my way and they are driving like retards, as soon as I can get by them I race past and make fun of them being scared to drive, shaking included.
    I don\’t believe in cutting someone off unless I can maintain speed and not make them slam on their brakes…if you can get in front of me and not make me get on my brakes then you rock!
    Believe it or not I don\’t think people know the rules of driving. You would be surprised how many people don\’t know simple things like what to do if the light is flashing red! Most think you stop and wait your turn to go! Idiots!
    Can you tell I have road rage?

  3. I like to blow kisses…. where\’s that group?? I seriously blow people kisses and wink and smile at them when they are flipping me off as they are driving by. The reason they are flipping me off in the first place is because i wouldn\’t let them cut in front of me and they had to get in behind me and then when it\’s clear they speed on by like an idiot not watching the road, leaning over the wheel towards you with some stupid mad expression and their finger waving at you…. that\’s when i turn smile wink and blow them a kiss… most don\’t know what to do and stop immediately and just drive away…. hahahahahaha you have got to try that!! :o)

  4. Hi there! My name is Cesar. I recently started using spaces and have been browsing through a lot of them. I liked your space, you got a great sense of humor! i\’d love to chat someday, think it would be fun.
    My contact info\’s included, have a great day!
    BTW I\’m sometimes the radio-changer (whenever I notice I did something REALLY stupid ha ha ha) other times I just laugh and drive away quickly…

  5. I just happen to be an avid motorcyclist nad your post made me remember a short paragraph I received on an e-mail some time ago about motorcyclists…  I\’l share it with you…
    I saw you, hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line…But, you didn\’t see me, put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.
    I saw you, pull your child closer when we passed each other on thesidewalk…But, you didn\’t see me, playing Santa at the local mall.
    I saw you, change your mind about going into the restaurant…But, you didn\’t see me, attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.
    I saw you, roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by…But, you didn\’t see me, driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.
    I saw you, frown at me when I smiled at your children…But, you didn\’t see me, when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.
    I saw you, stare at my long hair…But, you didn\’t see me, and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.
    I saw you, roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves…But, you didn\’t see me, and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those that had none.
    I saw you, look in fright at my tattoos…But, you didn\’t see me, cry as my children where born and have their name written over and in my heart.
    I saw you, change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere…But, you didn\’t see me, going home to be with my family.
    I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be…But, you didn\’t see me, when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.
    I saw you, yelling at your kids in the car…But, you didn\’t see me, pat my child\’s hands, knowing he was safe behind me.
    I saw you, reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road…But, you didn\’t see me, squeeze my wife\’s leg when she told me to take the next turn.
    I saw you, race down the road in the rain…But, you didn\’t see me, get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.
    I saw you, run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time…But, you didn\’t see me, trying to turn right.
    I saw you, cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in…But, you didn\’t see me, leave the road.
    I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass…But, you didn\’t see me.I wasn\’t there.
    I saw you, go home to your family….But, you didn\’t see me.Because, I died that day you cut me off.
    I was just a motorcyclist…A person with friends and a family like you…But, you didn\’t see me.
    …keep an eye out for us folks on two wheels. Thanks!

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