At the wheel of a classic burbling quietly at a traffic light on a warm Memorial Day, it’s easy to forget that some drivers are angry–or some angry people are driving.
I had been painting a friend’s fence in return for his building me a website and had to run out for another can of primer. Initially I was planning to turn left at the light, but something–perhaps the urge to be as American as possible on this holiday–inspired me to visit the McDonald’s drive-thru across the way for a Coke.
This is not my neighborhood and I thought I would need to go straight to enter McDonald’s but just before the light changed, I could see that I needed to go right and then left. There was an SUV at the opposite light across the street.
When the light turned green I pulled out and he pulled out. I went right and he went left, directly at me. I was able to avoid him–it was two lanes–but I shrugged at this apparent error on his part.
He exploded in colorful shouting, leaning out his passenger window and flailing one of his fingers at me. Amidst the wordblast I detected the phrase “signaled the other way.” I pulled into McDonald’s and he whipped into the next business and raced across its empty parking lot back toward me, with apparently violent intentions.
I pulled up to the drive-thru speaker and he didn’t appear. I realized then that my 40-year-old MG turn signal was winking away for a left turn, and I had turned right.
I had misled him at the intersection plain and simple. I was wrong, he was right.
I wonder, though, if he may have overreacted….
Pft. Like HE never screwed up before??
I always give people who do boneheaded things the benefit of the doubt, becuase I’ve made boneheaded moves myself before. (Not saying your mistake was boneheaded.)
Besides, I’ve found my life is much calmer and more tranquil if I’m not driving around letting myself get mad and angry at everyone who does something wrong in traffic. I’d be driving around in a perpetual state of anger if I did.
Fuggedaboudit.
That’s my desired approach, too. It only gets hard when you’re late for something. Then the “I’m the only one whose travel is important right now” gland starts dumping adrenaline into your system.
It’s times like that when the expression “own the road” becomes clear because that’s exactly how you feel–like it’s your private path to your destination and everybody else must follow your command to get out of the way. ‘Course they don’t. They’ve got their own destination and their own command to let them through.
Yep. Better to stay cool. In heavy traffic, I try to let people in even when they’re being jerks. Beats getting worked up about it. It’s not like one extra car-length’s time changes anything.
MotorMouth Kris Palmer, freelance auto writer and editor, blogs about vintage cars, the collectible auto scene and just about anything else that goes vroom.
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