Drivers, Pedestrians and Bikers

If there's one thing that pisses me off on a daily basis it’s the general public, especially when I’m driving, and here’s why;

Other drivers pull off some of the dumbest shit imaginable. For some reason no one wants to follow the guidelines to conduct within parking lots here, it really is a free for all, and for some reason around Cote Vertu it gets even worse, where that parking lot mentality apparently applies to the entire area, I’ve been cut off and honked at for going on a green light when some random driver clearly blasted through a red, considering I was the third car to go past the intersection on my light. I’ve been driving at 3am on highway 40, doing about 130 in the middle lane, scarcely any other cars on the road, when some dumbass comes flying from behind in the right lane going maybe 160, swerves to the middle lane, screeches down to my speed while honking and flashing their high-beams. I’m just tired and want to get home, so naturally I just think to myself “fuck it, this guy is probably drunk or something, so I’m just going to move over to the right.” Only when I do move, this guy stays behind me and moves over to the right lane, continuously flashing his high-beams. At this point I’m getting thoroughly pissed and pretty worried that this guy is going to pull some even dumber shit, so I put on my four way flashers and lightly tap the break so that my lights go on. This causes him to swerve wildly into the middle lane and honk even more. He then goes up next to my car, rolls down his window and yells, completely seriously, “What the fuck is wrong with you! You’re going to get someone killed driving like an idiot!” Needless to say I calmly rolled my window up, continued on the highway the remaining three exits and made my way home. By that I of course mean I looked at him, yelled “Fuck off you psycho.” and proceeded to gun it home. Not to mention when stopped at a stoplight getting rear-ended by a businessman in his “brand new BMW” which, obviously, gets the front bumper completely wrecked while my ’94 Chrysler stands intact with its solid-as-hell construction, stating that I would have to pay for the damages, claiming I stopped out of nowhere.

Bikers are a whole breed of piss off when I’m driving, for completely different reasons when I’m in the West Island and Downtown. When I’m Downtown the bikers both piss me off and scare the shit out of me for pulling off some really dumbass shit, like, say, blasting through a red, hitting the side-mirror of a car that is stopped in the middle lane, breaking off said mirror, flying off their bike and scraping up their arms and legs. Then when the driver gets out of the car to check if the biker is okay after such an idiotic stunt, proceeding to advance towards the driver angrily, yelling and swearing, claiming the car hit them and threatening to sue. Also when driving anywhere in the area they come out of every side-street and alley, cutting across traffic with no regards for anyone’s (least of all their own) safety. In the West Island it’s a whole different story. The bikers there seem to be in a whole world of their own, still giving no regards to the fact that they are indeed on a road where cars exist and drive, biking leisurely along, whether they are alone on in a group, inevitably riding in the middle or taking up an entire lane, then getting flustered and angry when cars honk at them for not being where they should.

Pedestrians are just plain retarded, only starting to walk when they have maybe 5 seconds left to cross a large intersection, then walking as slowly as possible and giving cars that honk at them dirty looks while they continue to walk, slowly, in front of oncoming traffic. They also need to pay a hell of a lot more attention to what is going on when they decide to try and jay-walk on a busy street and act like squirrels who start to run, then halfway notice a car so they run right back where they came from, almost running into another car on their way. Also, when I decide to be courteous enough to stop my car to let people cross, they look at me as I motion for them to go, they stare at me so I say “screw it, I have somewhere I need to be” then start to move. Right at that moment is when they decide to walk, swearing at me and flipping me off for “almost hitting them.” Once again, the worst offenders all seem to reside in Cote Vertu, where everyone just seems to be in the biggest rush with the least regard for signs and other people’s safety and lives.

To make a long story short, when I’m driving, in general I absolutely despise every single other person on the road, but I don’t believe I could hate driving anywhere more than I hate driving around Cote Vertu and its labyrinthine streets.