Tales from the Road: I am the Red Car

Blue Car decides to take a right on red without checking for oncoming traffic, and swerves into the path of Red Car with inches to spare at a liesurely 20 mph: Red Car, going a speed-limit-obeserving 40, checks the left lane and signals to turn: Black Car, also going 40 two feet back from Red Car's bumper, decides to speed up to 50 mph.

Which one of these vehicles is being guided by the driver who only learned to drive 6 months ago?

My blood-pressure's going up alongside the gas prices here, people, and the gas prices are more or less the equivalent of what it would cost if I chose to take taxis there and back on the way to work from, say, Brooklynn to Manhattan.  

Gods, I miss public transportation.

Tales from the Road: I am the Red Car

Blue Car decides to take a right on red without checking for oncoming traffic, and swerves into the path of Red Car with inches to spare at a liesurely 20 mph: Red Car, going a speed-limit-obeserving 40, checks the left lane and signals to turn: Black Car, also going 40 two feet back from Red Car's bumper, decides to speed up to 50 mph.

Which one of these vehicles is being guided by the driver who only learned to drive 6 months ago?

My blood-pressure's going up alongside the gas prices here, people, and the gas prices are more or less the equivalent of what it would cost if I chose to take taxis there and back on the way to work from, say, Brooklynn to Manhattan.  

Gods, I miss public transportation.

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Lost, reenvisioned as Goth Gatsby Goes Tango: courtesy of YouTube and the UK.

Man, I love the internets.

P.S. - Am I the only one who's vaguely disturbed by the territorial animation of the men as opposed to the vacant tear-stained faces of the women?

P.P.S. - No, I really can't turn that part of my brain off: for more details, see the Onion piece that's the closest thing I've ever seen to how my brain works.

P.P.P.S. - The frightening thing here is, I'm not actually kidding.

(no subject)

Lost, reenvisioned as Goth Gatsby Goes Tango: courtesy of YouTube and the UK.

Man, I love the internets.

P.S. - Am I the only one who's vaguely disturbed by the territorial animation of the men as opposed to the vacant tear-stained faces of the women?

P.P.S. - No, I really can't turn that part of my brain off: for more details, see the Onion piece that's the closest thing I've ever seen to how my brain works.

P.P.P.S. - The frightening thing here is, I'm not actually kidding.