What point do you change lane?
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Imagine you're in lane 1 and you want to move to lane 2. At which point would you move to lane 2, based on what you can see?
Imagine you're in lane 1 and you want to move to lane 2. At which point would you move to lane 2, based on what you can see?
Ah, so people DO understand road markings, then. I thought it was just me.
Every day. Every single goddam damn day, flocks of these giant flapping anuses change lanes as soon as they clear that concrete island, straight over the hatchings. It doesn't matter if the traffic is doing 60mph, 10mph or 0mph. And woe betide anyone who actually waits until the end of the solid white lines and wants to change lane, they've clearly left it too late and they're just pushing in. They should've changed lane sooner, the losers.
This is compounded when some feckless dunderhead parks on the hatching mid-change and then a fire engine, ambulance or police car needs to get through and you can see the look of sheer gormlessness on the face of the human balloon in the driving seat as they desperately try to squeeze their premium, executive hatchback into a space the size of pea in a tragic attempt to make it look like they're not there.
I sometimes concentrate my thoughts really hard in a bid to make their car burst into flames but it's yet to happen.
As you were, gentlemen.
Every day. Every single goddam damn day, flocks of these giant flapping anuses change lanes as soon as they clear that concrete island, straight over the hatchings. It doesn't matter if the traffic is doing 60mph, 10mph or 0mph. And woe betide anyone who actually waits until the end of the solid white lines and wants to change lane, they've clearly left it too late and they're just pushing in. They should've changed lane sooner, the losers.
This is compounded when some feckless dunderhead parks on the hatching mid-change and then a fire engine, ambulance or police car needs to get through and you can see the look of sheer gormlessness on the face of the human balloon in the driving seat as they desperately try to squeeze their premium, executive hatchback into a space the size of pea in a tragic attempt to make it look like they're not there.
I sometimes concentrate my thoughts really hard in a bid to make their car burst into flames but it's yet to happen.
As you were, gentlemen.
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