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driving in Paris is completely different from driving anywhere else in France. basically, each driver has its own way of driving, that includes the basics like forgetting to stop when the light is red for them, forget to indicate when they're turning right or left because we know those lights are optional (loud lousy music player isn't on the contrary, sigh).
maybe yelling is an anti stress method ?
people don't care about everyone else but them. so if you're on a motorcycle, you have to be extra extra careful. my dad, at 48, drives carefully, but the number of times he nearly met the Lady....
people always seem to be late for work and use that as an excuse to ride at 60,70 km/h, in town the limit is 50.
people like to follow firemen or ambulances because that means they have an open road before them and they can ride as fast as the firemen, except, them, they don't have a heart failure to deal with (and what people forget is firemen or ambulances has authorisation to ride fast as long as they don't hurt other people on the way). i nearly died because of a j**k, luckily i like to walk fast and gained the 15 cm that saved my life. ugh.
my dad is i think a good driver. he never goes beyond the limit, and sometimes when there's angry people behind him, he slows down and calmly smiles to them. whatever, they only gain 2 seconds in the end, and there's a good chance you'll find them at the next stop.
i wonder what drivers think sometimes. "it only happens to others". they forget for other people they're the "others". maybe i should explain to some why my dad wasn't dining with us on hot summer sunday nights, and how old were the kids who died those nights.
maybe yelling is an anti stress method ?
people don't care about everyone else but them. so if you're on a motorcycle, you have to be extra extra careful. my dad, at 48, drives carefully, but the number of times he nearly met the Lady....
people always seem to be late for work and use that as an excuse to ride at 60,70 km/h, in town the limit is 50.
people like to follow firemen or ambulances because that means they have an open road before them and they can ride as fast as the firemen, except, them, they don't have a heart failure to deal with (and what people forget is firemen or ambulances has authorisation to ride fast as long as they don't hurt other people on the way). i nearly died because of a j**k, luckily i like to walk fast and gained the 15 cm that saved my life. ugh.
my dad is i think a good driver. he never goes beyond the limit, and sometimes when there's angry people behind him, he slows down and calmly smiles to them. whatever, they only gain 2 seconds in the end, and there's a good chance you'll find them at the next stop.
i wonder what drivers think sometimes. "it only happens to others". they forget for other people they're the "others". maybe i should explain to some why my dad wasn't dining with us on hot summer sunday nights, and how old were the kids who died those nights.