foggood11
Member
Rant ON.
Something happened earlier this morning and it's been bothering me all day.
Was driving home from work at lunchtime (well-traveled unrestricted access road, 2 lanes each direction; no center divider; no shoulders), when up ahead I noticed a string of motorcycle sheriff's deputies on the other side of the road, each one about two hundred yards or so ahead of the next. There were probably 5 or 6 of them in all. I considered two options: 1) some huge political big-wig, like the governor or something, or 2) funeral procession.
Going my direction up the hill, there we no other cars near, but there was a big pack coming up behind me, about 1/2 mile back. Traffic against me had been completely stopped, and I saw the hearse make a slow left turn. When it was near, I slowed and stopped in the right hand lane to show respect to the deceased and family vehicles. This is what I was taught.
By now, the pack had closed the gap behind me, and one by one, they FLEW BY me (and right alongside the hearse) at the speed limit (50) or better.
At the next light a mile or so up the road, I caught up to one of the cars that had flown by me while I was stopped - a minivan driven by a young mother with a couple of kids inside.
I couldn't help asking myself, what lesson did THOSE KIDS learn today?
Is it just me? Maybe so. I guess I expected more from the next generation.
Rant OFF.
Something happened earlier this morning and it's been bothering me all day.
Was driving home from work at lunchtime (well-traveled unrestricted access road, 2 lanes each direction; no center divider; no shoulders), when up ahead I noticed a string of motorcycle sheriff's deputies on the other side of the road, each one about two hundred yards or so ahead of the next. There were probably 5 or 6 of them in all. I considered two options: 1) some huge political big-wig, like the governor or something, or 2) funeral procession.
Going my direction up the hill, there we no other cars near, but there was a big pack coming up behind me, about 1/2 mile back. Traffic against me had been completely stopped, and I saw the hearse make a slow left turn. When it was near, I slowed and stopped in the right hand lane to show respect to the deceased and family vehicles. This is what I was taught.
By now, the pack had closed the gap behind me, and one by one, they FLEW BY me (and right alongside the hearse) at the speed limit (50) or better.
At the next light a mile or so up the road, I caught up to one of the cars that had flown by me while I was stopped - a minivan driven by a young mother with a couple of kids inside.
I couldn't help asking myself, what lesson did THOSE KIDS learn today?
Is it just me? Maybe so. I guess I expected more from the next generation.
Rant OFF.