Wussy SUV Drivers
You know what I hate? Driving along and have to come to a screeching halt because the idiot in front of me has to turn right, but they have to slow down to 1 mile per hour in order to do that.
But the worst are SUV drivers who slow down that much just to go over railroad tracks or turn into a driveway.
You’re in an SUV, for crying out loud! It’s supposed to be on dirt and gravel roads, through the underbrush and over boulders!
If you can’t take a little jostling, then get a regular car! It’s bad enough to have an SUV that has never gone outside the city limits, a Hummer or Suburban that has only ever been used to commute to work and pick up groceries. But at least be a little more macho when driving around town!
Go over curbs! Make fast turns! Don’t slow down for bumps, let alone driveways! C’mon!
I’ve got an SUV: a Jeep Cherokee, one of the smallest there is. It has gone offroad in Death Valley, mud flats in Nevada, the Black Hills of South Dakota, the Bighorn Forest in Wyoming, and other places I can’t remember or don’t sound as impressive.
Okay, so I haven’t done that stuff lately; I have a family to take care of now, which takes all my time. But when the kids are grown out of infancy (we have just one, but we’re going to have another, so I always include the not-yet-existent child in my plans), we’ll get to have family camping trips, and then it’ll come in handy.
In the meantime, at least I can travel over bumps in the road without slowing down to speeds easily beaten by Granny in her bathrobe ambling down the hall. So I feel morally superior to all them other SUV drivers.
Plus, my daily commute is 1 mile, so I can feel superior on environmental grounds too.