Originally Posted by slanted
As has been stated, it is not just cell phones. Many years ago I was was a BMW/HD/Honda motorcycle mechanic. While on a test ride I had a cad drift over the line into my lane. I did not have much room, but was able to avoid the light blue mid-90s Ford Taurus. Looking at the driver, I was AMAZED to see he was playing a trumpet while driving. I am a pretty easy going guy, but it was all I could to to not kick his door!!!!
Oh, do /not/ get me started!
Driving back home was easy and relaxing. Out here? Nerve-wracking! I have dodged people doing some damnedfoolish things behind the wheel (the topper, I think, was a woman SHAVING HER LEGS - yes, with foam and a cartridge razor! - /on/ /the/ /bloody/ /highway/!) and an amazing array of stuff that has flown out of the back of pickup trucks (ever watch a lawnmower catch a bounce in front of you, and you have to make a flash decision to brake, swerve, or speed under the thing? (The correct answer, in that case, was speed up and go under.) Or run over a mattress. Or swerve around a refrigerator. Or ...
Driving ain't any fun anymore, until I get over the California state line into Arizona or Nevada (Oregon's getting infested with incompetent Yuppies as well - and I don't trust people that don't trust me. In thirty years, the amount of gasoline I've spilled might alter the taste of a cup of coffee, I think I know how to dispense my own fuel. I think I'd more appreciate the pump jockeys if I had the opportunity to refuse the service. I don't like being forced to accept help - I prefer being offered the option.
Yeah, it's not just cellphones - but that's the primary symptom. There's also the deterioration in primary driver training that must be corrected. Frankly, I think driver training has degraded to the point where student drivers are just tossed a ring of keys with a "She'll be right, mate!" and they're off and running.
It's a wonder I don't have ulcers running. Perhaps because I'm so creatively profane, in several languages?