The only thing I love about driving a giant, hulking vehicle in the snoburbs is this:
People in their pet cars get out of my way. I noticed this today as I
was driving around a downhill curve on a narrow street. Two little cars - a MINI Cooper and a VW Beetle - respectfully pulled over when they saw me coming. Heh heh. A pet car is what I call the second, or sometimes third, car of a typical family
of the suburban overclass. It's precious and tiny. It’s the pet of either the wife, who received it as
a 40th birthday present, or the husband, who is desperately reliving his fantasy of
youth by driving a luxury convertible that blows his scant hair around. •••



As long as they know to get out of my SUV's way, I'm fine with their rolling coffins running around. When you don't get out of my way it's just going to sound like a speed bump to my SUV as I run over you.
Question: Is it just me or does seem like anyone driving one of these little POS's is just asking to be cut off by the bigger vehicles on any road that starts "I-"?? I see people cutting off these "pet" cars every morning and I have to laugh.
Posted by: Lisa_OU812 | November 12, 2009 at 09:04 AM