I don’t find any races entertaining to watch. Electric gets me from point a to point b extreme rapidly, and that’s where I find my fun. In instantly flying past the doofus ahead who’s driving 10 under the limit and arriving at my destination without aggravation. Doubling my speed to catch the next green cycle. Hauling what I need without worrying about space. Never hearing “oh, you’re a ___ guy.” It’s just a fast car with trunk space to me. Romanticization of cars is utterly absent in me.
Please do. Sitting behind slow moving, hesitant, unpredictable drivers is agony. I imagine you choose not to use your blinker, seize the gap, or follow the flow of traffic like everyone else in this godforsaken city.
If I see you crawling down the freeway on-ramp at half the speed of the drivers you’re attempting to merge between, I will transfer to you the aneurysm you planted within me by sheer force of will as I pass by you.
I apologize if this comes off as rude, but you’re currently incapable of extrapolating enough information to have a conversation about how to drive. I assuredly hold fewer or equal points on my decades old license, likely maintain distance better than you do, and drive more defensively than you do.
Cease attempting to look out for people while looking through the lens of someone speaking out of frustration about street racers and geriatrics. You do not even understand enough to ask questions.
It does not beat me. We are equal in points. However, I understand that I cannot know how someone drives based solely on an internet rant, you absolute goober.
I don’t find any races entertaining to watch. Electric gets me from point a to point b extreme rapidly, and that’s where I find my fun. In instantly flying past the doofus ahead who’s driving 10 under the limit and arriving at my destination without aggravation. Doubling my speed to catch the next green cycle. Hauling what I need without worrying about space. Never hearing “oh, you’re a ___ guy.” It’s just a fast car with trunk space to me. Romanticization of cars is utterly absent in me.
You sound like a reckless driver. Remind me to stay at home when you’re driving.
Please do. Sitting behind slow moving, hesitant, unpredictable drivers is agony. I imagine you choose not to use your blinker, seize the gap, or follow the flow of traffic like everyone else in this godforsaken city.
If I see you crawling down the freeway on-ramp at half the speed of the drivers you’re attempting to merge between, I will transfer to you the aneurysm you planted within me by sheer force of will as I pass by you.
You imagine total bullshit my friend. I always use my blinkers, go with the flow and ‘sieze’ gaps when it’s safe to do so.
I don’t have any iaea which city you’re referring to but I’m sure it’s nowhere close to where I live.
Please, if you’re going to drive recklessly and put yourself at risk, at least don’t take other innocent drivers or pedestrians with you.
I apologize if this comes off as rude, but you’re currently incapable of extrapolating enough information to have a conversation about how to drive. I assuredly hold fewer or equal points on my decades old license, likely maintain distance better than you do, and drive more defensively than you do.
Cease attempting to look out for people while looking through the lens of someone speaking out of frustration about street racers and geriatrics. You do not even understand enough to ask questions.
You are so full of yourself that it’s hard to believe. Go learn some manners and a bit of humility.
Does 0 points beat you? I’ve never gotten a speeding ticket in my life.
It does not beat me. We are equal in points. However, I understand that I cannot know how someone drives based solely on an internet rant, you absolute goober.
I am not full of myself, I respond to abrasion
Whatever, drive safe.