Category Archives: Driving

Wolken und Nebel

Manchmal komme ich rüber Monument Pass und das Wetter ist komplett unterschiedlich. Wann ich der Nebel und die Wolken sehe, ich muss ein Foto machen. Na ja, ich versuche.

Fog in Greenland, CO

Sometimes I come over Monument Pass and the weather is completely different. When I see the fog and the clouds, I have to take a photo. Well, I try.


An Encounter with an Asshole

While we were on our way up to Denver yesterday, we wound up dealing with a typically pea-brained, possibly inbred, certainly idiotic road rager. He looks like this:

He was driving a grey Ford F350 with no tailgate and a Colorado license plate: DMT-709

We saw this simpleton driving his ludicrous truck in Sedalia, Colorado; he turned onto Highlands Ranch Parkway after running his suck at the stoplight. As soon as he tried to run me off the road, I’d already called the Douglas County Sheriff’s office; so it was in their hands at that point.

Given the number of idiots and stupid driving incidents I witness on a given day, I’ve often toyed with starting a website called Asshole Drivers Of where people could post stuff like this and the “Of” part of it is where ever they’re from. I don’t think shaming works, but sometimes you just need a place to vent. For instance, this guy is an impotent passenger in his own life, and is therefore an asshole wherever he goes. He’s not going to change, but at least anyone in the area can keep an eye out for him.

Idiots. They’re everywhere.

To the Personification of Misery:

Hey, you. Yeah, you, the hideous lady in your Subaru going the wrong way in the Centennial King Soopers car park Memorial Day evening. You know who you are.


Thanks for giving us the opportunity to show our daughter what utter and complete contempt you have for humanity. Thanks for letting us show her what someone consumed by self-loathing looks like, and how they act. Thanks for demonstrating what truly is at the core of liberalism, hedonism, consumerism, and all the other -isms this world holds as values.

I don’t have to tell you, I was in the right: I was, after all, going the right way; but you already know that. It was clear to everyone who witnessed it as you shoved food into your massive gob. But hey, since you’ve already sunk to such depths as you have, you may as well try to spread your misery with the same effectiveness as your ass spreads across your couch. We used this unpleasant encounter with you to demonstrate to our child what a miserable being looks like, who acts this way to everyone she encounters, and reacts with ill-gained glee when she thinks she’s getting her way. Though warning you is pointless, you should – or do – know, it’s always only temporary.

Ultimately when you die alone and unloved, unmourned, you’ll have reaped the rewards of your actions here.

Words Just Can’t Describe

… how utterly, completely, pathetically, apocalyptically, staggeringly bad drivers are in Colorado. I’d like to point out that the road in these photos is merely wet. Not snowy, slushy or icy. Just wet.

I really think the solution to the bad-driver problem is to make driving a difficult thing to do again; make it require concentration, require learning how to control a vehicle… you know the fundamentals.

I could maybe understand (if not condone) this if it were this way only when it snowed or was icy. But they’re this bad when it’s dry too. And here’s an even scarier thought: these people probably aren’t even the worst drivers in the country. They’re just the worst that I have to deal with. Is it worse where you live?

Colorado Springs Police Officer Hits Pedestrian

I’ve mentioned before that I think very little of first responders: police, firefighter, and ambulance drivers. This is a group of highly-entitled people particularly convinced of their own superiority, and full-on believers of their own press. They think they’re heroes simply by the nature of their jobs. The incompetence is maddening and mostly pervasive.

Since the law dictates the mortals get out of their way when they’re on the road, they have no driving ability. Just yesterday, I watched an ambulance driver essentially bully his way through an intersection. And then I came home to find this story in the Colorado Springs Gazette: Woman hit by police cruiser while crossing downtown Colorado Springs street.

Way. To. Go.

The reason this sort of thing infuriates me isn’t a product of an attitude against authority. These people should be held to a higher standard. I should be able to look to the members of the police or fire departments and think they’re professionals. But they’re not. And it’s this attitude despising incompetence that causes me to have such a low opinion of first responders.

I understand accidents happen. But I’m paying attention. I’ve seen ambulance drivers cut off people and do utterly stupid things on the road. I’ve been one of the ones cut off by an AMR driver who doesn’t understand how to drive. I’m paying attention on the roads, and I’ve seen many idiotic and dangerous acts of stupidity by people sporting “fire fighter” plates. It’s obvious they’re incompetent.

They’re certainly setting examples, but they don’t seem to know or care that it’s not the one they think they’re setting.

Death of Courtesy

Initially, I was going to ask “What happened to the courtesy wave?” as a “Commuting Conundrum” post. You know the one: when people go out of their way to let you into their lane, you toss a hand up to say “thanks”. Yeah, almost no one does that any more.

But it’s bigger than that. Not content to simply let courtesy fall neglected by the wayside, we’ve waited for it to fall over and then we’ve savagely beat it to a bleeding gelatinous pulp. People take advantage of courteousness without a second thought: I can’t even count the number of times I’ve let someone in and then they slow down and instantly make me regret it.

Like this:

Had I known this idiot was going to block two lanes of traffic, and hold up all the other people trying to make the left, I probably wouldn’t have let her in.

But, it’s said, two wrongs don’t make a right. And as long as they didn’t put me into any danger, I normally let it go — it’s really not worth getting worked up over. And since I like my job — the reason I’m commuting again in the first place — dealing with the rude, self-absorbed and entitled general populace isn’t going to go away. Someone has to take the high road.