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The wave of extinction of the wave

The wave of extinction of the wave

Rather than discussing the annoying habit of standing up and sitting down in response to peer pressure at sporting events, the “wave” I am discussing is the thank you/you’re welcome wave while driving.  A simple gesture, a flick of the wrist really, is all it takes to acknowledge that someone paused (taking time out of their day) to say “you seem to be in much more of a rush than me” or “you A$$hole, you were going to merge in anyway, but I’ll kill you with kindness.”  The driving wave, a term I shall patent and make millions of cents from, is a common courtesy that seems to be going the way of a has-been celebrity.  They were once everywhere, but now you only see them once in a while when you least expect it.  The rarest form is the “you’re welcome” wave.  In my opinion there are a few versions of this that are hard to explain in text form, but  I hope you get the idea.

There is the nonchalant version which is just raising the 4 fingers simultaneously while holding the top of the steering wheel with your thumb and replacing said fingers on the wheel.  It makes the act of letting someone in to traffic seem very cool in a standoffish kind of way.

There is the perky wave which is a quick back and forth motion of the wrist while all five fingers are spaced equally apart in a single plane.  It says “OMG thank you so much for letting me by/in, I <3 you and your driving manners.” This is usually performed by the female drivers.

There is the guy version.  Without exerting too much energy, raise one hand with fingers curled in to palm, quickly extend fingers (each one touching its neighbor) and thumb exposing palm and then swiftly move hand out of sight while turning head to look in the other direction. The guy wants to show thanks, but doesn’t want to make it all emotional by long eye contact.

There is the rare cell phone wave.  This is when the person is too cheap to get a handsfree set or just too important that they can’t save their call for when they are not operating a two ton killing vehicle.  They will acknowledge your measly gesture by continuing to hold the phone to their ear with their thumb and forefinger, extending the remaining digits in a form resembling the “OK” sign.  Because in their book, you are just OK to them.

There is another “you’re welcome” version that involves only one digit (not the thumb) which everyone is familiar with.  This applies to both genders.  It says “I truly respect your A+ driving skills! You are definitely number one and I really needed to tell you so.”

Since most Bostonians aren’t using their hands to turn on their blinkers, maybe we should think of using them to toss around a driving wave now and then.

 

Power trip=pace car

Power trip=pace car

Let it be known that I have NEVER watched more than 2 laps of a Nascar race, now will I ever. Besides the occasional crash all it is is a group of people who can’t take right turns. Left, Left, Left, Left. Lather, rinse, repeat. To some people, this is a hoot. I am just not one of those people. The one reason I would ever even attend a Nascar race, to drive the pace car.

Sure, most people would say they wouldn’t pass up the chance to drive a race car, but since I don’t know how to drive stick, I want to be in the pace car. There is no bigger power trip in sports. In front of millions of people, you drive a car that would normally get you made fun of on the streets. But not here. Throngs of drunk, wife-beater wearing, tan line showing fans start to hoop and holler as you make your lap. Sure as the race goes on, the fans continue to scream but as the beer continues to flow the rest of the race becomes a blur. Your lap in the pace car is more or less the one lap they will remember of the entire race, or at least be able to call to memory.

In your rear view are the best racers on the circuit and they can’t do a damn thing until you get off of the road. Each car has like a bazillion horses waiting to be freed but there you are in front of them in a car any member of the Geek Squad would be proud of, taking your time…pacing yourself if you will. Throw in an iced coffee and some tunes and you got yourself one a Sunday drive even Miss Daisy would be proud of!

pace car

Minivan does not equal coolness

Minivan does not equal coolness

Being a twenty something single girl I don’t “get” minivans. I just think that the car companies should be making them a little better looking than what is out there today. Seeing families with 3+ kids I understand the purpose of minivans, but even if a brand spankin’ new one showed up in my driveway as a gift from the car gods, I wouldn’t take it. In my experience the inside of new minivans already smell like cheerios and stale apple juice. If Glade bottled it the name would probably be “Essence of minivan.” So the other night I’m driving down the highway and what blasts past me? A white minivan with windows tinted as dark as ebony. So my mind goes down two roads.

First, the soccer mom behind the wheel (I’m assuming since I couldn’t see in) wants to show her kids a minivan can be cool so she tried to make it look like those cars in the rap videos. But I doubt Escalades have hide away storage, 312 cup holders and old fries under the seats.

Second, and the more realistic reason in my little world, the person behind the wheel is just so embarrassed by driving said white minivan they are literally hiding from other drivers. His/her shame is so deep that they spent hundreds of dollars to hide their identity from their fellow commuters on the highway. Alas, they are actually getting a different result because their pimped out fun bus attracts more attention that a fun bus without tinted windows. My mind now wanders to what the same way it does when I pass a limo…who is in there, where are they going?

Let’s face it people the last time vans were considered cool they had Pink Floyd tributes painted on the side and a mattress in the back with a “Don’t come a knockin’” bumper sticker. OK so maybe they weren’t cool, but the drivers were proud to be behind the wheel.

So if you drive a minivan…OWN IT. Be proud of your kid toting, drool soaked, soccer ball carrying vehicle…and please don’t tint the windows!

Massholes don’t understand “right of way”

Massholes don’t understand “right of way”

Since the ripe old age of 16.5 I have been a registered driver in Massachusetts, affectionately referred to as a Masshole.  It’s in my blood and there is no denying it.  We are skilled in entering rotaries, flipping the bird and going through Dunkin drive through.  In the past I have even used my ingrained knowledge to teach a Virginia driver how to lose her polite habits and stick her nose in to a rotary and to this day she is still considered an honorary Masshole.  The thing that has my panties in a bunch today is how Massholes are now applying the rotary approach to on ramps.

A rotary, or roundabout if you aren’t from here, is a complicated dance of cars entering and exiting while deftly avoiding each other while ignoring the speed limit and any pedestrians.  It is a honed skill and should only be used for good.  To survive you need a lil pep in your gas pedal foot to get in and out with your life, simple.  But now people are using the brazen tactic of “me first you last who cares” on the highway.

Perhaps this has always been the Masshole way and I have just been oblivious…which is quite a good possibility.  Nonetheless it is starting to annoy me, but only when I need to get over.  There is one particular spot that it is COMPLETELY evident.  There is an on ramp on to 95 less than a 1/4 of a mile before an off ramp to get on 93.  So you have cars (usually me) going from 60ish to 40ish having the RIGHT OF WAY trying to get off when all these cocky sons o guns are going from 30 to 80 blocking the off ramp.  Did I mention that the “sons” don’t even use their blinkers when getting on to 95?  Of course not….because that would be polite and safe.  This whole thing is very hard to explain through the computer.  It would be much easier if you could see me talking with my hands and drawing a sketchy map.  Damn lacking technology.  So basically, I am just writing this to vent, not to entertain.  All I’m saying is when you see a car barreling down at you trying to leave the road.  You think the common sensical thing would be to let them off so that there is one less car between you and your destination. But noooooo, because then those idiots wouldn’t live up to the Masshole way of life.  OK I’m done, thanks for listening!!!!!

Rain lowers your intelligence

Rain lowers your intelligence

We all learned in grade school: April showers bring May flowers.  So it’s a known fact that there is a lot of rain in April.  We’re in New England so we should be thankful it’s not snow, but I digress. Most people assume rain is just water droplets falling from the sky.  Little do they know that this wet projectile has some magical powers, it cuts your IQ in half specifically when it comes to driving.

In very rare cases people are immune, but that is VERY rare.  We’re probably talking a lefty with one blue eye, one brown eye and a limp.  Anyway,  whether it’s in buckets or simply a sprinkle, people get stupid.  They start to take illegal left turns in front of a State Trooper (and yes he got bagged), they lose all fine motor functions (it must have taken the cashier 10 minutes to separate plastic bags), and they say dumb things. 

Perhaps when it comes to driving their is a rash of bad wipers so people can’t see “no turn” signs or that little red car patiently waiting to merge.  Maybe the winshield wiper industry was hit hard by cutbacks before this whole economy went in the toilet.  The fine motor skills example seems to apply to all the casheirs except mine and to ladies with nails longer than their fingers (but I think their issues aren’t weather related).  Now the last one, ugh. 

I think our speech “batteries” run on Vitamin D because when that sun goes in, our language skills start to dwindle. For example, there was a customer in front of me scheduling an appointment for their dog and he said his name was Jack, the groomer responds…my dog’s name is Jack.  Now what is he supposed to say to that? Its not like you compared him to someone famous like Jack Nicholson or to your best friend Jack Daniels, no you compared him to your four-legged pet! (Nonetheless he politely responded “oh yeah?” and that was the end of the chit chat.) Then there was the girl in Michael’s who used uh and um every third syllable when she answered a customer’s questions.  They both need a session in a tanning booth…STAT.  

So here is an easy assumption to make…Hilo, HI residents=stupid but those in Yuma, AZ=wicked smaht!  I should probably take this chance to remind you that nothing…absolutely nothing in this entry has any scientific basis.  So if you are a teenager writing a report on weather and you are stupid enough to copy this, you MUST be in a rainy city!

The blinker is that thing on the left of your steering wheel!

The blinker is that thing on the left of your steering wheel!

Today’s topic is something that has bothered me more or less….FOREVER.  OK, so when I was 2 it probably didn’t bother me, but you know what I mean.

Turn Signal: a blinking light on a motor vehicle that indicates the direction in which the vehicle is about to turn. Synonyms: blinker, signal, directional

Now the reason I thought I needed to include a dictionary entry in there, is because when I was driving today 9 out of 10 people in front of me had no idea such a thing existed.  In all fairness, maybe I just had the luck of being behind everyone who was lost today and all of a sudden decided they needed to turn without time to signal. Could it happen?  Sure.  Do I have that kind of luck? Lately, yes. Is it a realistic scenario? Not so much.

To continue with unsupported statistics, it seemed like 90% of these drivers were men…shocker.  For some reason, the majority of guys I know will not use a blinker unless instructed.  When their omission is commented on the usual retorts are: No one was behind me, It was obvious I was turning, They should pay more attention to other drivers.

Uh huh, sure.  It’s them….not you.

Women, we are not the perfect drivers some of us think we are, but at least we have the courtesy of using the blinker to tell people, and in some cases alert them “I’m going over here know, consider yourself warned!”

Mr. Machos, I guarantee that using your blinker will not show weakness, hurt your rep with the boys, or turn you into a feminine metro who gets manicures.  It won’t…I swear it!  I mean, come on, with all those big, brawny muscles, is it really that hard to push around a little lever? ;)   Perhaps it is genetic, something in the Y chromosome prevents you from using any form of turn signal. Yeah right, I would love to see that proof.

So here is my proposal, think of it as the Pay It Forward model. When you use your blinker it prevents you from being rear-ended or sideswiped, allowing emergency services to go elsewhere, which brings down crime and deaths, virtually creating a utopia.  So the next time you find yourself hesitating to signal, just remember, if you don’t you are single-handedly destroying society!  Do you want that guilt…I think not!

Tata Nano, Hello Deathtrap!

Tata Nano, Hello Deathtrap!

I appreciate that car makers are doing what they can to be able to give people a reliable car for less than what some people pay in rent.  But I think in doing so, they are negating safety altogether.

First came the Mini Cooper.  Everyone wanted it because it was the main character in The Italian Job (my apologies Mr. Wahlberg) and you could park it anywhere.  To me, they still look like the belong in Europe and not cruising American streets, but whatever, at least the Mini has a backseat.  Yao Ming couldn’t sit comfortably back there, but now I’m just getting picky.

Then came the Smart Car.  It was touted as the next VW bug, cheap and reliable.  Hopefully people used the money they saved buying the auto to purchase life insurance.  In the rare occasion that a Smart car driver has the chutzpah to get on the highway, I am shocked.  I tend to pull along side them and giggle as I realize they could fit in the cargo area of my Jeep with room to spare. Then I realize I am going 42 on a highway, and I forget about the little car that could.  The other day I couldn’t believe my eyes, a convertible Smart Car! As if this thing wasn’t as crunchable  as a sardine can in a trash compactor, let’s take away the metal roof and replace it with soft cloth.  Who was the genius that came up with that design.  Making a car into a convertible will NOT make it cool.

I didn’t think about it much, but I thought the Smart Car was as deadly….I mean small as you could go, but now comes the Tata Nano.  If you just read the name you would think it was a cocky rip-off of an iPod.  But no, this is a car for $2000 that has hit the streets of India.  I have always been a frugal shopper (I won’t spend $100 for a pair of jeans) but I think everything has it’s minimum, a car definitely fits in that category. You can’t reupholster a living room set for under $2000, so where the heck do they get the material for this car?  Not to mention, India is not the safest place to drive.  Driving down a Mumbai street in a Sherman tank is still taking your life into your hands (so I’ve heard).  But I would think that AC would be worth risking your life when the mercury hits 120°F, it would be for me anyway. Personally, I would love to see the crash testing of this car. Does it fold up completely like an accordion or is it more like a bug hitting my windshield?

So as tempting as it is to have a car that is cheap and that you can keep in your purse, somehow, I think I will stick with my slightly pricier car that comfortably seats 5….and a Smart Car.

I don’t care what you say…I love my SUV

I don’t care what you say…I love my SUV

My Jeep and I have had disagreements in the past (way too many to mention here), but when it snows here all those tough times melt away (pun intended).

Let me give you some back story. My first car was a tiny piece of plastic in the shape of a Ford Escort.  If there was a morning dew on the pavement, I would fishtail and soft summer breeze would push me around don’t even get me started on the vibrating steering wheel whenever I accelerated over 60mph.

When the Escort finally died, I splurged on a Jeep Grand Cherokee. Please keep in mind that this was 2006, before the pocket sized Smart cars and skyrocketing gas prices. I had contemplated a hybrid, but didn’t think it would pay off.  (Boy was I off on that one!) But I got the big bad Jeep by convincing myself it would be perfect to haul around the two pups.  (No sir, I don’t care how much the moonroof and heated seats cost-the dogs NEED them…yeah, ok)

Let me tell you, when I looked out the window this morning and saw th 9″ of snow, I was like a little kid.  I knew I would be able to venture out when all of those Sedan-folk were stuck inside their homes pining at the thought of DD coffee.  And venture I did.  The thing that got under my skin was when one of those “sedan-folk” tried to drive and didn’t go over 15mph for fear of skidding.   Even WORSE is when SUV drivers don’t know how to drive in the snow!  To own an SUV you must show that you are capable of driving under all conditions, if you can’t you get a conditional license that stops you from driving when it rains/snows/sleets/etc.

Am I concerned about killing the Ozone and leaving a big-honkin’ Carbon footprint, sure.  Is it crossing my mind when I am crusing the deserted snow covered streets on my way to a Toasted Almond iced coffee extra light with skim…not so much!