We’re almost halfway through April, and I just had the third idiot this month try to crash into me. Unlike the last one, this guy (gal?) wasn’t yapping on a cell phone, but still refused to accept that the little yellow lines that are drawn on the pavement have any meaning. What’s so tough about actually following lane lines and only turning onto the freeway where you are supposed to. It is possible that these folks can’t see me, but considering that each time it has occurred while I was driving a crew-cab GMC Sierra 1500 (a.k.a. Big-Ass-Truck), and my lights were on, I think it might be time to revoke a few licences if that is the case. I suppose it could be my fault, since I refuse to ignore traffic laws and turn only after I reach the limit line (or whatever that white line at the end of the lane is called) rather than cutting across the double yellow line and taking the corner as sharply as possible, but I don’t think so. C’mon, folks!– put down the phone, the curling iron and the breakfast burrito and open your damned eyes while driving!
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