Monday, February 27, 2012

Dear Bay Area Drivers:

I've been living in the Bay Area for almost two years now and my critique of you is still the same: YOU SUCK AT DRIVING!!!

Being from Los Angeles, I take pride in knowing what a true grid-lock really is.  Let me tell you what it is not: what people in the Bay call traffic. The only reason that traffic is created in the Bay is because drivers SUCK!! I have never had more road-rage then living up here. Thus here are some of my critiques as to why drivers suck and some tips on how to get better at driving:

1. If you are scared of driving on the freeway, then there is a simple solution: DON'T!
2. Furthermore, if you are scared of driving, take public transportation because in reality, you're just putting other people in danger with your awful driving.
3. I understand leaving a one car-distance in front of you for safety reasons, I do not understand leaving a five car-distance in front of you when you can clearly avoid traffic.
4. The left-most lane is NOT for driving under the speed limit. It is generally understood that if you are in the left-most lane, you should be going faster. So, please don't go 45mph in that lane when the speed limit is 65mph (no joke).
5. Referring to the prior, if you are going anywhere under 60mph, please, expect me to be riding your ass and honking.
6. If a light is green, that means go (doesn't happen frequently, but it happens enough for me to write about it).
7. OH! and also, a car on the side of the road is not enough of a reason to rubberneck. It's just ONE car! If three cars had rolled over and were on fire, that would be an excuse to rubberneck...other than that, no reason.

Seriously, road-rage might be an understatement for what I experience during "rush-hour" in the Bay. Granted my experiences are mainly in the East Bay, but I have driven around and it's the same thing everywhere. Other friends living in the Bay whom are also Angelinos agree with me on these. And if there are any I am missing, please do feel free to add.

These are my grievances. My outlet. Because screaming about this in my car can only give me enough closure.