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Highway driving....
Apr. 16th, 2013 12:42 pmFunny thing today. Usually, it's Mondays that are bad with traffic but today was one of the worst I've had driving than I had in a long time. I get that indicator lights are like Christmas tree blinker lights, but come on! I'm seriously considering a dash came just to record this stuff. I'm not kidding here. People in San Antonio can't drive!
Not only is the city built like a wagon wheel and it looks like that on a map, it's even worse when people don't know what stop lights are for. If it wasn't for traffic, they would run them. Seriously.
Okay, here's what happened. I get in my car and first thing as I'm backing up to enter the road, some moron comes screaming around the corner and nearly takes off with my rear bumper. Thankfully, that didn't happen and he completely missed. I live just three houses from the Vance Jackson corner and it's hell on asphalt.
I can't stop there. No, see I have to take my husband into work and so I have to keep going. So I back up and this other idiot comes around the corner and honks at me. What? It's a residential street and I'm supposed to pull back in because you rounded the corner after I get out of the drive? Yeah no, not happening. On I go. This guy is on my bumper tailgating me to go faster. Not happening. If he wants to go fast, he can go around but instead I go the speed limit and he's honking at me the entire three blocks to get to the next main street.
I come to a stop and he's still honking at me! By now, people are coming out of their houses to see what's going on and this guy is making all kinds of noise. There's no way I'm going into traffic without looking both ways. Okay. Moving along. I get into traffic and this same honker is following me up until I get to the access road to the highway. He continues going straight but not without burning some rubber in the process.
Now, I'm on the highway and everything is going fine up until I come up on this other guy in a minivan that's going 40 mph. The speed limit is 65. That's an accident waiting to happen. I manage to find an opening to get around this guy and then I discover that he had his emergency lights on. Now, why on earth would you not check to see if your other lights are working first? The front ones were working but not the back. It made me shake my head but it's no biggie. Anyway, the highway was uneventful other than the minivan so now it's time to get off the highway toward the downtown area.
Downtown San Antonio isn't a fun place to be. Let me tell you, these people think they're in New York. I've never been there myself but my parents have and I'm taking their examples of what they have been through and compared it to this situation. There's honking, weird habits and a lot of unnecessary yelling. To top it off, there's a police station right at the corner of Caesar Chavez road and Santa Maria.
Okay, I get passed that nightmare and right as I was making my turn a short block later to Dorango, there's people parked along S. Laredo right in front of the GEO facility where my husband works. It's no big deal really since people park there all the time and there are meters so it's not like it's illegal. Getting through it while people are backing up is a different matter. No one watches what's going on and it's like the rear view mirrors are nothing more than an accessory to some of these drivers. I almost get hit by a constable because of this.
Now, I have arrived at my destination and it's an obstacle course or reversing and turning. Every outlet is practically blocked. Thankfully I drive a little car so it wasn't that tough but man some of this was really unnecessary. Okay, so now I'm leaving the facility and heading back home. Oddly, nothing happens.
Really though, it's not all that bad now that I have written it out. I think it's because Terror Tuesday has been coined by me because I've seen this happen a lot on Tuesdays.
Ah, I should explain a few things. I have my days named as follows:
Manic Monday
Terror Tuesday
Wacky Wednesday
Terrible Thursday
Frightful Friday
Stinky Saturday
Slumpy Sunday
This is only in reference to the driving conditions in San Antonio. Sundays, nothing really happens but this pattern does happen a lot with drivers here. Since there are a lot of parties that happen around SA, the air stinks sometimes. Saturday can also be known as Sloppy Saturday for the disorganized parking during yard sales. Believe me, that happens a lot here too. At least every block has about three or four happening at the same time.
Not only is the city built like a wagon wheel and it looks like that on a map, it's even worse when people don't know what stop lights are for. If it wasn't for traffic, they would run them. Seriously.
Okay, here's what happened. I get in my car and first thing as I'm backing up to enter the road, some moron comes screaming around the corner and nearly takes off with my rear bumper. Thankfully, that didn't happen and he completely missed. I live just three houses from the Vance Jackson corner and it's hell on asphalt.
I can't stop there. No, see I have to take my husband into work and so I have to keep going. So I back up and this other idiot comes around the corner and honks at me. What? It's a residential street and I'm supposed to pull back in because you rounded the corner after I get out of the drive? Yeah no, not happening. On I go. This guy is on my bumper tailgating me to go faster. Not happening. If he wants to go fast, he can go around but instead I go the speed limit and he's honking at me the entire three blocks to get to the next main street.
I come to a stop and he's still honking at me! By now, people are coming out of their houses to see what's going on and this guy is making all kinds of noise. There's no way I'm going into traffic without looking both ways. Okay. Moving along. I get into traffic and this same honker is following me up until I get to the access road to the highway. He continues going straight but not without burning some rubber in the process.
Now, I'm on the highway and everything is going fine up until I come up on this other guy in a minivan that's going 40 mph. The speed limit is 65. That's an accident waiting to happen. I manage to find an opening to get around this guy and then I discover that he had his emergency lights on. Now, why on earth would you not check to see if your other lights are working first? The front ones were working but not the back. It made me shake my head but it's no biggie. Anyway, the highway was uneventful other than the minivan so now it's time to get off the highway toward the downtown area.
Downtown San Antonio isn't a fun place to be. Let me tell you, these people think they're in New York. I've never been there myself but my parents have and I'm taking their examples of what they have been through and compared it to this situation. There's honking, weird habits and a lot of unnecessary yelling. To top it off, there's a police station right at the corner of Caesar Chavez road and Santa Maria.
Okay, I get passed that nightmare and right as I was making my turn a short block later to Dorango, there's people parked along S. Laredo right in front of the GEO facility where my husband works. It's no big deal really since people park there all the time and there are meters so it's not like it's illegal. Getting through it while people are backing up is a different matter. No one watches what's going on and it's like the rear view mirrors are nothing more than an accessory to some of these drivers. I almost get hit by a constable because of this.
Now, I have arrived at my destination and it's an obstacle course or reversing and turning. Every outlet is practically blocked. Thankfully I drive a little car so it wasn't that tough but man some of this was really unnecessary. Okay, so now I'm leaving the facility and heading back home. Oddly, nothing happens.
Really though, it's not all that bad now that I have written it out. I think it's because Terror Tuesday has been coined by me because I've seen this happen a lot on Tuesdays.
Ah, I should explain a few things. I have my days named as follows:
Manic Monday
Terror Tuesday
Wacky Wednesday
Terrible Thursday
Frightful Friday
Stinky Saturday
Slumpy Sunday
This is only in reference to the driving conditions in San Antonio. Sundays, nothing really happens but this pattern does happen a lot with drivers here. Since there are a lot of parties that happen around SA, the air stinks sometimes. Saturday can also be known as Sloppy Saturday for the disorganized parking during yard sales. Believe me, that happens a lot here too. At least every block has about three or four happening at the same time.
