Tormented Talking Taxis – Stresser of the Day

Taxis in Hemel Hempstead.

Taxis in Hemel Hempstead. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Each morning, driving through the cornucopia of cellphone talking, newspaper reading and fattening breakfast burritos eating drivers on one of the major Southern California highway’s is enough to make anyone go mad with blissful banter of bad behaviors. However, those individuals are not the true stressors of my daily commute. No, they are easily dealt with through a quick hand-slam on the steering wheel to break them out of their comatose state of endless dreary driving. The true culprit’s of my impending arrival to another drab day at work are the relentless droves of Blue and White taxi drivers standing in the middle of the street, smoking their “Camels” and engaging in idle banter of the next rising of Allah.

Around the bend, following the posted speed limits, the treaded tires grip the road, the gas pedal becomes a static stick in the floor as the brake pedal becomes an emergency bail out of epic proportions. A group of tainted taxi drivers stand vicariously close to the center of the road. Lethargecally laughing at their devious terror plots to cause an accident, they grin in the direction of the driver with their smoke-stained hollowed out unorganized mouth of teeth peaking from their ratty dark beards. The hand slams on the horn, blaring a high-octane raging horn in the inconsiderate imbeciles, seems to have no effect. Their cynical stares into the windshield, rudely running a dagger of hate into the drivers eyes angers him so. The merciful middle finger extension acquires a somewhat disdained reaction of the same. Words of incriminating evidence for hate for both taxi drivers and race, finally, a rebellious reaction to the blast of discrimination not to mention the screeching of the revved up rear axle wheels beginning to barrel down on the group. The groups hurriedly moves to the side and an early morning yelling match spews onto the street as the driver slows the pace to exchange words with the pustulous persons of the taxi world.

Every morning, not just myself but other drivers have to deal with these iconic idiots of the taxi world on the way to work. They have no due diligence to mind traffic laws driving nor do they mind any laws with impeding of thru traffic on streets. Get the hell out-of-the-way or someday one of you will be turned into a speed bump by a unknowing unobservant driver.

Save the groin – Thought of the Day

3G Newport 3-Speed -- Side View

So its been awhile, have had a lot of stuff go on in the past few months that have kept me away. Here is a thought for you, why is it that they make a bike for men with a cross bar straight in front of us, yet on a woman’s bike their cross bar scoops down. Men have more to lose if they fall forward. OUCH!

Curiosity kills the car – Question of the Day

Ever wonder why drivers slow down to see someone getting a ticket or to view a tiny fender bender? And at the same time not watching what they are doing and cause another piece of vehicular art for even more drivers to leer at while driving?

Bulldog confirms gas tank full with a toot of his horn – Laugh of the Day

French Bulldog

Image via Wikipedia

My car was in the shop the past two days for a chronic oil leak, so bad that it would give the police a trail right to my door. As I entered the office, a cute thick French Bulldog greeted me, snorting and jumping around. The mechanic ran down the list of fixes he did, and the checks he made and the fluids he topped off. In the end it only cost me $167.00 for everything, not that bad I thought. Before he handed me the keys he mentioned to me that he also topped off my gas tank.

I kindly looked at him, thanked him and asked what kind of gas did he put in the tank. At that exact moment I finished my question, that cute thick French Bulldog farted loudly. Ryan, the mechanic, looked at the dog then at me and said “Did that answer your question?”