Signs the Apocolypse is Near, or My Daily Commute

I hate driving.  Simply put, but true.  Now, I don't mean that I dislike driving, or that driving on certain roads gives my agita, or that I'm not fond of my current motor vehicle.  I mean, I hate driving.

I live on Long Island.  It may not be the traffic capital of the world, but it does seem to have more than its share of bumper-to-bumper slowdowns (and stops), as well as a plethora of bad drivers.  Such things used to just annoy me, back when I first became a commuter lo these thirteen years ago.  Over time, as conditions became worse, they began to really piss me off, and now they have succeeded in frightening me.  I will admit that much of my current state of mind is due to my wife's recent accident (see last post).  However, in driving about a hundred miles a day for much of the past two years, I have seen drivers do things that...  well, frankly they defy any reasonable explanation.

I take that last bit back.  The things that a lot of drivers do are actually easily explainable.  Plainly put, they care neither about the law nor about anyone other than themselves.  And this, gentle reader, stokes in me the belief that this country is well on its way to hell in a handbasket.  I will expound on this in future posts (here's a napkin to wipe up your drool).

In the meantime, if you are the type of driver who speeds like the highway is your own personal ractrack, tailgates so close that you're in the other driver's back seat, slams on your brakes for no apparent reason, rubbernecks, etc., please... STOP.

Today's movie quote: "This IS Seti Alpha Five!"