Traffic comes and traffic goes, but where they all go, no one knows. They gun their engine, shift a gear to be anywhere but here. North goes south and south goes north, driving, driving back and forth. Wearing tires out, burning gas, changing where they are en masse.
In New York, Paris, Pittsburg, Rome,
Nobody seems to just stay home!
Fjords, ravines and crevasses are hard enough to cross, but when it comes to intersections, I am at a loss. I excel at parallel parking and my merging is just fine, but when negotiating stop lights, I simply do not shine.
Perhaps it is the colors that I find distracting. There’s something about yellow that I find too exacting. Red is most definitive. I know I shouldn’t go. And green is also clearly meant as a sign to go.
But yellow’s indecisive. Should I go or should I stay? Should I linger or should I be upon my way? This solitary factor is what makes me balk. As a means of transportation, it is true I’d rather walk!!!!
The prompt words are color, parking, fjord and solitary. Here are the links:
Brace yourself for lamp posts. Do not vacillate changing lanes. That panic you feel turning corners very quickly wanes. For each 10 miles of your speed, stay a car length back to make it much less likely a bumper you will crack when the car in front of you makes a sudden stop. Anticipate fast braking, and avoid the traffic cop!
These rules aren’t too difficult, in fact they’re common sense. When you see your instructor growing rather tense, decrease your speed and check that you are driving center lane. Checking your makeup in the rear vision mirror is inane! Indicate your turning and brake for traffic lights. Minding all the rules just makes for fewer fights.
I’m sure that if you follow them you’ll soon be driving regally. It’s so much easier to drive when you’re driving legally!
The word prompts today are brace, lamppost, vacillate and anticipate. Here are the links:
When I am in traffic and I’m cut off by some jerk who makes me miss that long light that makes me late for work, I imagine cutting him off at some future light; and when he catches up to me, spoiling for a fight, mouthing a nasty tirade that puts me in my place, I’ll have a scintillating comeback to spew into his face.