Poetic Justice, California style
Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 11:21 pm
So I was down at the beach today, a place called South Mission Beach, by the Mission Beach Rollercoaster.
Cruising down the main drag, I came up to the stop sign in front of the one and only little cluster of stores. As I was slowing down from my leisurely 25 mph approach, (speeding at the beach is a very bad idea), some Chumley in a big black 4x4 roared up behind me, passed me, executed a good 10 mph "rolling stop" at the sign, and tore off in a cloud of diesel fumes.
"Speed on, brother", I thought, "Hell ain't half full yet."
Not 30 seconds later, I slowed to make my U-turn just as Chumley was making a left turn at the same intersection. And, to my amazed delight, he proceeded to hit a parked car in the alley he was turning into. Slapping his big 4x4 in reverse, Chumley then blipped the gas and ripped the left front quarter-panel off the parked car. By this time, there are several people walking out of garages and such to see what the noise is. Meanwhile, I'm stopped in the main road, laughing my butt off.
Going from bad to worse, our intrepid 4-wheel drive hero then decides to add hit and run to his list of sins, and blazes off down the alley. OK, right, guy. South Mission Beach is a peninsula, perhaps 300 meters/yards wide at its widest point, with one real street, and a maze of alleys on either side. This peninsula is perhaps a mile long, call it 1500 meters. There is one way in and one way out. And there are at least three people dialing 911.
I didn't see how this little drama ended. But I'm sure the ending involved a pair of handcuffs and a reading of the Miranda rights.
Why are so many people who drive lifted 4x4's such utter asshats?
Cruising down the main drag, I came up to the stop sign in front of the one and only little cluster of stores. As I was slowing down from my leisurely 25 mph approach, (speeding at the beach is a very bad idea), some Chumley in a big black 4x4 roared up behind me, passed me, executed a good 10 mph "rolling stop" at the sign, and tore off in a cloud of diesel fumes.
"Speed on, brother", I thought, "Hell ain't half full yet."
Not 30 seconds later, I slowed to make my U-turn just as Chumley was making a left turn at the same intersection. And, to my amazed delight, he proceeded to hit a parked car in the alley he was turning into. Slapping his big 4x4 in reverse, Chumley then blipped the gas and ripped the left front quarter-panel off the parked car. By this time, there are several people walking out of garages and such to see what the noise is. Meanwhile, I'm stopped in the main road, laughing my butt off.
Going from bad to worse, our intrepid 4-wheel drive hero then decides to add hit and run to his list of sins, and blazes off down the alley. OK, right, guy. South Mission Beach is a peninsula, perhaps 300 meters/yards wide at its widest point, with one real street, and a maze of alleys on either side. This peninsula is perhaps a mile long, call it 1500 meters. There is one way in and one way out. And there are at least three people dialing 911.
I didn't see how this little drama ended. But I'm sure the ending involved a pair of handcuffs and a reading of the Miranda rights.
Why are so many people who drive lifted 4x4's such utter asshats?
