People in Louisville LOVE to honk their horns in tunnels, and I don't understand it.
Every single day on my way to and from work, I go through a tunnel on I-64, and some asshole honks his horn numerous times while inside.
WHY?
There are no kids in these cars, so it's not their request. These people are probably going to work, and they likely travel this route every day. I just don't understand it. Someday, they're going to need to honk at someone who's about to hit them, and their horn will be defunct. And it will serve them right.
Showing posts with label driving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label driving. Show all posts
Monday, November 10, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Terrifying
I saw the craziest thing on my way home tonight. I was coming down Hurstborne (which is a crazy busy road in Louisville) during the busiest time of day. It's about four lanes deep on each side of the road and the speed limit is 45. All of the sudden, I see a man in a wheelchair, with a dog and a bag of groceries in his lap, rolling down the side of the street straight toward me, in my lane.
This particular stretch of Hurstborne doesn't have sidewalks, so he was just cruising along on the side of road. (It's about four lanes deep on each side of the road and the speed limit is 45.)
It made me want to cry. People drive like total assholes on Hurstborne and I hope that guy reached his destination safely. I wish he lived somewhere that he didn't have to traverse this road to get his necessities.
That is all.
This particular stretch of Hurstborne doesn't have sidewalks, so he was just cruising along on the side of road. (It's about four lanes deep on each side of the road and the speed limit is 45.)
It made me want to cry. People drive like total assholes on Hurstborne and I hope that guy reached his destination safely. I wish he lived somewhere that he didn't have to traverse this road to get his necessities.
That is all.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Driving Miss Maisy
Summary haiku:
No more U-turns, or
punching steering wheel. Mandy
tells me where to go.
Well. I just made this list of all the stuff that needs to get done in the next day and a half. And I started to freak-the-fuck-out when it reached the bottom fourth of an 8x11 page of notebook paper.
So what's the logical thing to do? Sit down with the laptop and write a blog -- something that is not, incidentally, on that list. Whatever. I'm tired. I haven't been feeling well lately. And I was running around town for work, non-stop, all day.
A girl can only do so much before she hits the wall and needs a swig of vodka. And yes, it does fit into the Weight Watchers plan -- only 2 points! In fact, my good friend Stephanie -- who is also an incredibly talented writer; read her most excellent home-and-life-improvement blog here -- refers to vodka as "diet alcohol." Drink it straight up, and the overall calorie damage is pretty low. I haven't consulted my liver on any other potential damages, however.
Anyhoo, this is what brings me to my computer tonight: I need to extol the virtues of my Christmas present, a GPS navigation system for my car. Besides my dog, Lucy, this is the best, most useful gift I have ever received.
I have absolutely no sense of direction. I'm not sure how I existed before Mapquest. If someone watched me try to find places from above, it would look like a Family Circus installment:
Anyway, this device is like magic. My appreciation for it grows with each day of out-of-the-office assignments in random areas of town. In addition to a visual map and instructions, you can choose from several different voices who will speak the instructions to you as they happen.
I chose Mandy, a pleasant-sounding American girl. Although, for a fee, you also have the option of download the voice of John Cleese from the website. Personally, I'd prefer Method Man -- "Yo, bus' a left at this stoplight, nah'mean?" -- but beggars can't be choosers.
Mandy warns me to get in the proper lane two miles in advance of the turn. She can find me the nearest gas station, library or school, or take me to any address in the U.S. and Guam. But, unlike other navigators I've experienced, she doesn't talk too much or get all pissed off and yell at you when you make a wrong turn.
Our Realtor's system talks for nearly the entire ride and if you screw up, you get scolded: "TURN AROUND AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! TURN AROUND IMMEDIATELY!" Mandy simply recalculates the route from your mistake and pretends it never happened. Just like a girlfriend should.
It has changed my life. And it is helping the environment, because I'm using a helluva lot less gas, and therefore, making less pollution.
I never imagined I'd be quoting Barry Manilow on anything, but I have to say: "Oh Mandy, You came and you gave without taking.... and I need you today, oh Mandy."
OK, time for "Project Runway."
No more U-turns, or
punching steering wheel. Mandy
tells me where to go.
Well. I just made this list of all the stuff that needs to get done in the next day and a half. And I started to freak-the-fuck-out when it reached the bottom fourth of an 8x11 page of notebook paper.
So what's the logical thing to do? Sit down with the laptop and write a blog -- something that is not, incidentally, on that list. Whatever. I'm tired. I haven't been feeling well lately. And I was running around town for work, non-stop, all day.
A girl can only do so much before she hits the wall and needs a swig of vodka. And yes, it does fit into the Weight Watchers plan -- only 2 points! In fact, my good friend Stephanie -- who is also an incredibly talented writer; read her most excellent home-and-life-improvement blog here -- refers to vodka as "diet alcohol." Drink it straight up, and the overall calorie damage is pretty low. I haven't consulted my liver on any other potential damages, however.
Anyhoo, this is what brings me to my computer tonight: I need to extol the virtues of my Christmas present, a GPS navigation system for my car. Besides my dog, Lucy, this is the best, most useful gift I have ever received.
I have absolutely no sense of direction. I'm not sure how I existed before Mapquest. If someone watched me try to find places from above, it would look like a Family Circus installment:
Anyway, this device is like magic. My appreciation for it grows with each day of out-of-the-office assignments in random areas of town. In addition to a visual map and instructions, you can choose from several different voices who will speak the instructions to you as they happen.
I chose Mandy, a pleasant-sounding American girl. Although, for a fee, you also have the option of download the voice of John Cleese from the website. Personally, I'd prefer Method Man -- "Yo, bus' a left at this stoplight, nah'mean?" -- but beggars can't be choosers.
Mandy warns me to get in the proper lane two miles in advance of the turn. She can find me the nearest gas station, library or school, or take me to any address in the U.S. and Guam. But, unlike other navigators I've experienced, she doesn't talk too much or get all pissed off and yell at you when you make a wrong turn.
Our Realtor's system talks for nearly the entire ride and if you screw up, you get scolded: "TURN AROUND AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! TURN AROUND IMMEDIATELY!" Mandy simply recalculates the route from your mistake and pretends it never happened. Just like a girlfriend should.
It has changed my life. And it is helping the environment, because I'm using a helluva lot less gas, and therefore, making less pollution.
I never imagined I'd be quoting Barry Manilow on anything, but I have to say: "Oh Mandy, You came and you gave without taking.... and I need you today, oh Mandy."
OK, time for "Project Runway."
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