||[Nov. 14th, 2002|07:53 pm]
The Veritable TechNinja
|||||Covenant - Riot||]|
This has got to be one of the worst driving days all year, and that's only if we don't get more than 12" of snow before New Year's. First, I head out to spend the weekend with P. There's 5 miles of grid-lock on 96, all people just gawking at one stupid car that peeled a little paint on the center divide. The driver was fine, standing by the car having a cigarette, as the tow truck winched it aboard. Then, for the rest of the ride, I'm going between 50 and 65, with random sharp braking and people cutting me off (understandable, they wanted out of the gridlock as much as I did). I finally get here, the lovely lady hooks me up with some tasty foodstuffs to help me relax. I drop her off at class, and head out to buy tickets for Harry Potter tomorrow. Shaddap, P likes it.
So I'm semi-lost, creeping along Cedar (the 35 mph part downtown) going 20, stuck behind people who should really just get off the road if they're so scared to drive in the rain. I'm in the left lane, there's a Sunbird with a same-sex family bumper sticker that makes me smile a little. My best friend is part of one. An opportunity to pass comes up on the right, so I go to take it. The Sunbird cuts sharply in front of me, no signal, enough to make me panic and think about going for the E-brake. She proceeds to pace the car in the other lane, preventing me from passing. I shoot back over in to the left lane as the driver there speeds up to let me by. I gun the engine in preparation to take the favor and get around them. The Sunbird screeches ahead, trying to cut me off _again_, I take advantage of 240 foot-pounds of torque and get around them. The Sunbird driver lays it down to get ahead of me before the red light ahead, and either pulls the E-brake or panic stops. I screech to a halt about a foot from her bumper. She actually parks her car, gets out, and proceeds to start screaming at me. Honestly, lady, I think your pioneering in same-sex families is keen, but you're a bullshit driver. I ignored her as the light turned green, got around her again, and sped off before she could get back in and chase me.
Finally, I get to the movie theater, after dealing with a few more paranoid granny drivers. I got the tickets, I headed home. People who aren't familliar with the merge order, truckers in the fast lane, and random braking ensue once more. Finally, I get off the freeway at Trowbridge, exhausted and irate. I'm basically obeying the speed limit, at least the unspoken 5-over-is-kosher rule. As I round the bend on to Michigan Ave, two college students walk right in front of my car. I slam the brake to the floor, and stop about two feet from their deer-in-headlights faces. They skidder off the road, I get back to the arduous task of making it the last mile back to P's. I fucking hate Lansing drivers. If that bitch with the persecution complex called the cops, I'm just going to print this and hand it to them.