This man refused to let me into his lane (even though there were cones and construction crews in my lane. I flipped him off, and he then sped down the road, swerved and BREAKED in front of me and got out of his big white van to threaten me. "If you wave that finger again, you will lose it."
Completely ignored the white line to stop in the parking lot. Would've t-boned her had I not seen her come flying down the aisle. Apparently stopping was optional for her but for me, even though I had the right of way, had to slam on my breaks to make way for the queen.
The driver, a chill dude with a need for speed, handles this roaring beast with the calm demeanor of a Zen master. Meanwhile, I'm gripping the seat like it's my last lifeline. Every time the car pops, I can't help but laugh and think, "Well, there goes another neighborhood dog barking." Riding in this car is like being on a rollercoaster that just won't stop, but somehow, you don't want it to. If you're looking for a ride that's part thrill, part comedy show, and all adrenaline, then hop in the Thunder Chariot—just don't forget your earplugs!
They drive kinda bad. They don't know how to change lanes