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Good news! A recent survey by AutoVantage, a car club, ranked St. Louis motorists as the fourth-most courteous drivers in the nation. The bad news? The imminent reconstruction of Highway 40 will soon test our patience behind the wheel. For tips on how to confront road rage, Unreal dialed up AutoVantage spokesman Todd Smith.
Unreal: Your survey found St. Louis drivers are the least likely (16 percent) in the nation to curse at other motorists. That's great, but what can we do to cuss even less while driving?
Smith: Well, Los Angeles leads the nation in obscene gestures (22 percent). But you don't want to do that. The most important thing is to keep your cool. Give yourself plenty of time to get to where you're going. Know the weather and road conditions and remain calm. Whatever you do, don't retaliate.
Because that just incites road rage.
But retaliation makes you feel better.
Yeah, but it also brings out aggression and anger in other drivers.
But what if you're bigger and stronger than the other driver? Then can you retaliate?
Well, the best practice is to be courteous. Don't make eye contact. That can also lead to road rage. You see reports across the country of road rage resulting in homicide, with people shooting each other or pulling out a knife and slashing and stabbing.
Sounds like people should carry weapons in their cars.
[Pause] Back to our survey. We found that people could identify road-rage triggers — like running red lights, driving fast and multitasking behind the wheel. St. Louis drivers, interestingly enough, are least likely (10 percent) to multitask and drive.
Does that mean we're less efficient than other drivers?
The roadways of America are increasingly a reflection of our society. We don't give ourselves enough time to get from Point A to Point B. We're taking things we should do at home and doing them in the car, which is not really safe. We've found people shaving and putting on makeup in the car.
Sounds like personal hygiene issues. What about picking your nose in the car? Could that trigger road rage?
Well, it didn't show up on the survey. But there's always next year.
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Alors que nous nous rendions de Poitiers à Paris, le lundi 14/5 vers 8 h 30, avec mon épouse qui conduisait, nous avons doublé une voiture. J'ai vu, sans vraiment y attacher d'importance sur le moment, que la femme passager avant, avait un enfant sur les genoux (pour info. il y avait dans le coffre un sac marqué Ibiza).
Cette voiture nous a ensuite doublé à vive allure, j'ai pensé à Maddie, la radio en parlait, j'ai demandé à ma femme de rattrapper cette voiture, Au péage de Tours Sorigny (prise de ticket) il y avait la queue partout, sauf à la balise des abonnés, la voiture s'y est présentée, elle a dû reculer, elle s'est alors encastrée dans la tête de la file, nous ne l'avons pas revue; ilk s'agissait d'une VOLVO break noire (surement V70) immatriculée en Allemagne MH-KB 217, je ne suis pas sûr des chiffres par contre les lettres sont sures. A vous d'exploiter ou non ce témoignage
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Recent Highlight (June 1): I'm Coming Home
Filed under: Residency — Andrea @ 9:52 am
For the last few days, scenes from Rocky Horror Picture Show have been dancing in my head, particularly the end where Tim Curry's character sings about going home to the mother-planet while dancing around in his teddy. It's the words of the song that are significant, only not mainly for me, because I'm already home.
Tonight, I pick Mike up from the airport for the last time. Tonight, I don't have to think of the plans crammed into a weekend before he has to go back to Dallas next week, because he gets to stay home next week and every week thereafter. Tonight, I don't have to be aggravated that he's got something to do that doesn't specifically include me and Gabe because we have limited time to spend with him.
He's coming home. For good.
The sacrifice has paid off. He got his foot back in the door at his old company and we managed to pay the bills. Enduring his grueling travel schedule, in Dallas M-F every week since February with him getting a week home every 5 weeks, paid off. Another position opened in the company, something he's comfortable doing and has done before. It's not the perfect solution but it's something that he can do indefinitely. He's expressed interest in continuing to look for a better position at a different company, but for now, this will suffice.