BlisteredWhippet wrote:I agree with yesplease.
Well good for you. I hope you're both very happy together.
Do a little thinking and you'll realize the vast majority of risk, accidents, traffic jams and basic shit on the highways and byways is caused by excessive speed and following too close.
Isn't one of the "tenets" of hypermiling drafting, ie following too close?
People drive too fast because they are trying to make the person they imagine behind them "happy". Fearing a "jdmartin" on their tail, and his frumpy disapproval, they sink their foot into the accelerator.
On the contrary, most people I see on the highway follow the exact opposite mindset.
I can't understand why people cannot step back and just observe the self-defeating mechanisms of their own behavior. Jack rabbit starts, stops, tailgating, speeding... its all useless. I just see them at the next stoplight... and they call me an asshole because I'm going 40-50.
Agreed.
Conformity, uniformity, and placing responsibility on others that belong to oneself is the name of jdmartin's game here. Jdmartin imagines a utopian vision where he telepathically "knows" what other drivers will do. In this vision, all drivers behave completely predictably. No one ever makes a sudden maneuver, a deer never runs into the road, no one ever changes lanes without signalling, and no one ever disagrees on just how fast is appropriate for conditions.
I don't imagine anything - I realize that most drivers, including you, are sorry sacks of shit on the highway.
In effect, jdmartin's dream is that his big fat mouth and the admonitions bellowing out of it are the magic fairy dust that causes everyone else on the road to suddenly fall in line.
See my previous comment.
Poor jdmartin. Crammed in his invisible little Miata, eating shit everyday on his shitty commute, all he can do is bang his forehead into his steering wheel and seethe at the ignoble idiocy of the people he is passing. He sweats bullets as SUVs pass, careening into his lane, loads his shorts as a Semi fills his rear view.
Actually, my commute is quite enjoyable.
"If only everyone behaved in a predictable, reasonable fashion!" he mutters, as he slings mental bullets at the Minivan which rockets past him on the right at 80mph.
In town bicyclists put him in apoplectic shock by hopping curbs in and out of traffic. His heart skips a beat as they sprint through red lights. In the neighborhood, from the ankle-chopping vista of the Miata cockpit, his forehead breaks out in hives as children leave pedestrian sidewalks and run out onto the street.
Your pathetic ravings aside, you're actually a pretty good writer. I love the "mental bullets" line.
Bottom line:
1. I often wonder what coma people like you just awoke from, to resurrect old-ass posts like this one.
2. Obviously you're one of the asshole hypermilers that swings through stop signs to save a couple bucks of gas. If not, you'd re-read my posts and see that I'm all for driving reasonably on the highway, and against unreasonable attempts to save a gallon of gas by making the highway your personal fuel conservatory.
3. If you can't comprehend any of that, put down the bong, dude.
After fueling up their cars, Twyman says they bowed their heads and asked God for cheaper gas.There was no immediate answer, but he says other motorists joined in and the service station owner didn't run them off.