Auto trouble, just plain sucks.
But bad drivers… they suck worse.
Six months ago, I was commuting with my family on the way to the Day Job. (Me, my wife, and our 6 yr old.)
It was o-dark-30 and we were merging from one highway (the I-17 South to the 101 West), going about 75 miles per hour.
As our lane curved into the 101, our lane continued on. There was no need to merge, as our lane simply joined up with the existing lanes, around a curve.
Trouble is the car next to us didn’t bother staying in her lane, and began to cut us right off. I sounded the horn, but to no avail. She didn’t see us, and didn’t bother to look around at all. She just ignored us, if she saw us at all.
I had to quickly turn our car into the shoulder, lest we be broadsided.
Just as I pulled over (still going 70) I spotted the 5 gallon steel bucket of road tar sitting on the shoulder.
BAM! It collapsed around my left wheel, and sparks were flying as the steel ground into the pavement.
I got our car stopped, but not before it broke our fairing, and ruined the under plastic beneath the car. I was Hulk mad, and tore the metal off of our wheel with ease. I wanted to throw the bucket, but did some pace-cussing instead.
As I was standing there, thinking that my family could have died just now, I watched the other cars zip past us at 75-80 MPH, and figured that we could be hit just sittng there. So, I got back into the car and we made our way back onto the highway.
I think that it was few weeks later, that I decided to do a comic centered around traffic and driving culture.
- Daniel “Don’t Crash Me” Davis
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