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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?

Texting And Driving: What Does It Take?

I recently wrote about Texting and Driving and offered a couple of reasons – aside from, you know, killing yourself – why you shouldn’t do it. A comment I got on that blog post from Peter Fisher that summed it up quite nicely: Its[sic] hard to resist when u[sic] need to say something important while driving.

On the way into work yesterday morning, I was behind a lady for whom the draw of the phone in her lap was the only important thing to her. She would have sat through three green lights had I not honked at each of them (I’m not interested in sitting through green lights, I may have a small, shallow pool of forced patience but it doesn’t extend to that).

I watched this lady weaving across the lane, her head bobbing up and down; it was obvious she was trying to keep up with the texts. I could see her in her side mirror when she stopped at the stop lights; she barely stopped the car before her head dropped back down to the phone in her lap, which was clearly her priority.

I briefly wondered what she could possibly be talking about that was worth her behavior. But it didn’t take long for me to realize I didn’t care. Sure, it could have been something important; but the odds are in my favor that it wasn’t.

I toyed with the idea of phoning the police and reporting her. I’m not inclined to call the police on people, but this woman is going to kill or hurt someone someday. If she only kills or hurts herself, we’ll be better off; but she won’t. She’ll run her car into someone else’s or a pedestrian walking along the road when she weaves over a curb while her attention’s somewhere else.

And it was while I was thinking about this possibility that I noticed the top of a child’s car seat through the rear window of the car. I suspect she doesn’t stop texting and driving while her son or daughter is in the car, why would she?

And I’m pretty sure I know who’s going to be hurt when this idiot does wreck her car.

The Look Twice Campaign Is Ludicrous

I’m not a motorcyclist. But I do have to share the road with them. And typically, you can tell motorcyclists when they’re not on their bikes because they’ve got something like this on their vehicle:

looktwicebumper

The other day on the way back from Boulder, the perfect example of why this campaign is not only utter crap but dangerous to motorcyclists presented itself. We came back from Boulder on Colorado Route 93, a mostly two-lane highway that connects Golden to Boulder. There are a couple of actual passing zones and a couple of places with broken lines; but the broken-line areas aren’t particularly useful because there’s almost always oncoming traffic.

When we were leaving Boulder, this particular example of motorcyclist stupidity kept tailgating me. Now tailgating on a motorcycle seems particularly foolish because even around a narrow car like my 3 Series, the view ahead is seriously impaired. I was stuck behind Dudley Do-Right who would only (sometimes) go as fast as the speed limit; and – as I mentioned above – there was always oncoming traffic to keep me from going around when the lines were broken.

(If I’m honest, I’m not particularly opposed to violating the lines when the opportunity presents itself. I don’t often do this because I’ve found that I am not really in that much of a hurry. And when my wife and daughter are in the car, I’m far less willing to engage in risky behavior).

Now, my good friend the tailgater wasn’t having any of this patience nonsense. He decided to go around four or five of us. And since he did it in the face of oncoming traffic, I’m sure I’ll be forgiven for hoping to see some Karma In Action (which would be a good name for a rock band). Alas, this fool managed to get away with it this time.

But I got to thinking about this ludicrous campaign and what it implies. You see, when personal responsibility (a four-letter word in our current society) is removed from the equation, it leads to this ridiculous sense of entitlement plaguing our culture. Putting the responsibility of motorcyclists on the drivers means the motorcyclists feel as if they won’t be to blame when they become paste on the road after pulling off something like what this idiot did this weekend.

If you are a motorcyclist, you should be terrified of this policy. Have you seen the way people drive? I spend a lot of time on the roads and I have yet to see more than a handful of people who are actually engaged in the act of driving. I’ve seen conversations with other people in the car, flailing hand motions, reading, laptops, and mobile phone usage. But rarely have I seen anyone actually in the moment, driving. And these are the people in whose hands you want to place your safety? You’re braver than I.

Now I know not every motorcyclist out there is as inept as the Future Grease Spot of CO 93 I saw this weekend. And the reason they aren’t is because they don’t surrender the responsibility of their safety to anyone else.