Excerpts from the bastard within...

Now that a few weeks have gone by, I feel more comfortable driving. I'm even beginning to enjoy it.  Some of the things I've begun to acclimate to are things none of us should in a perfect world...  Like being passed on the drivers side by a SUV speeding well above the speed limit of a residential zone to hit each stop sign at red light before I did. People who think yield is an option so long as you gun it up fast enough to cut off the driver in the right of way.  All of that fun stuff...  I knew was possible and each time, I happy that I'm not a tailgater and I wasn't freaked out by it.  When I made MY mistakes, I'm happy to say that I've taken away things I needed to know and perhaps things everyone needs to experience on their own.  In driving from point a to b, I commit to my directional mistakes -- so long as I'm not going to make the wrong turn onto a one way street.  I figure each mistakes gives me a chance to discover a new route, a new scenic route at that.  While I was learning the fun behind lane changing, I learned to shelve thinking about it.  All that's important is focusing on the road and traffic.  I wave a sorry if I could.

Now, this all sounds fine... Well, today I was presented with a unique situation.  On the way out of the mall, one of the other drivers in the lot I was in decided to be a gigantic douche by revving his engine.  By flying down aisles and screeching around corners and peeling out.  Now, this is a mall.  This is where some people's ones attention isn't on whether or not it's alright to cross.  Where occasionally, a child may wrestle their hand free from a guardian to have a spur of the moment race or to meet someone on the other side.  Where it pays to take a minute and scan carefully.  The guy with the souped up sports coupe, who was most likely playing Vin Diesel for his cupcake, had raced his little heart out around this crammed parking lot to end up behind *ME*.  I thought about his actions.  I got pissed.  Consequently, he ended up behind someone who decided to creep the rest of his way out of the fucking parking lot... Must have been pretty frustrating for him eh?  Well, I just hope he was able to get the hint I so subtly dropped for him.

I know, he could have gone around or he could have developed a major case of road rage... I just felt compelled to try to keep him from hurting or possibly killing someone -- all because he had to show off.

Now, I won't be doing this again and I don't/didn't plan on ever pulling stunts... But this just felt right.