Lane-Splitting, Headlightless, Pasty-Faced VW Driver | L.A. Can't Drive

Lane-Splitting, Headlightless, Pasty-Faced VW Driver

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In mid-December at around 5:15 p.m., you’d better be driving around with your headlights on.  Most people seem to get this, but it still boggles my mind how a disturbingly large percentage of drivers in L.A. don’t.  The number of headlightless cars decrease the later it gets, but not a single night goes by where I don’t see at least a handful of drivers driving around with either no headlights or only driving/fog lights.  And this doesn’t even include the much larger number of cars with broken head/tail lights.  Although this girl driving this VW was one of these drivers, she warranted this posting because of her next assholish stunt.  I was coming from one of the studios in Burbank and was traveling down Oak (a narrow side street with one lane going in each direction).  As we stopped at a red light on Pass, I stopped closer to the double yellow centerline, as most courteous drivers do, to allow other drivers to make a legal right on red if they chose to do so.  All of a sudden, this nerdy girl with pasty skin and glasses pulled out of the line of traffic, stopped next to me, and then started to creep at the red light.   I slowly turned my head and stared with this “are you friggen kidding me?” look on my face.  This insecure prick just chose to stare resolutely ahead, despite the fact that her need to get 2 cars ahead in this narrow street was blocking a couple of cars behind her that were signaling to make a right turn on red.  Not very considerate in rush hour traffic.  As the light turned green, I slowly applied my accelerator, assuming that this biznatch wanted to zoom ahead me.  But no, what did she do?  She just slowly stepped on her accelerator so that we were actually driving side-by-side, splitting the single lane on Oak into two.  I mean, seriously, throw me a bone or something.  If you’re going to be a jackass, be a jackass, but don’t half-ass it, will ya?  We were still next to each other after we crossed the intersection, so I braked to get behind her and snap this photo as she made a right turn onto a side street at the T-intersection one block later; yes, folks, Oak actually ends one block after you cross Pass Ave., and this wench still felt the need to split the lane and obstruct traffic for other vehicles.  Drivers like this piss me off, because they actually discourage people from doing nice things for other commuters on the road.  She had some shame at least…didn’t have the chutzpah to look over once–passive aggressive chicken sh*t.

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