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Coked-Up Hummingbirds

Happy Sunday all! Let’s give credit to the name and go absorb some good old vitamin D. Besides, it would undoubtedly please Sheryl Crow, and isn’t that what it’s all about?

Does anything form the perfect epitome of the crossroads of annoying and dangerous more so than bad drivers? I’d prefer not to draw the wrath of the AARP so I won’t specify to demographics in my particular neighborhood. That said vehicle operators of all ages, races, sexes and any other way we can think of to arbitrarily divide each other all need a dose of reality.

Some of the sheer madness I’ve witnessed on the roads defies explanation. The guy who decided I was taking too long to turn left at a light so turned left from behind me. I only just avoided hitting that moron. How about realizing well into the exit ramp that you wish to stay on the highway and cutting right back across and directly in front of several people. Do they understand how much is at stake and for how little? I don’t see how they can.

Bob and Weave, April 19, 2018


Daily I find on the road

Drivers skills seem to corrode

Or perhaps were never there

Maybe that they just don’t care

Many seem they can’t adhere

To base rules, I live in fear

There’s no excuse for some acts

Cutting across choo-choo tracks

Shockingly unsafe actions

Binds you to lie in traction

Serpentining to and fro

When the highway’s stop and go

But that which I loathe the most

Really sets my mind to roast

So you are a free-thinker

Please still use your DAMN blinker!


Yes, I could have easily switched it to “train” but choo-choo is so much more adorable.

Also, you try finding a rhyme for signal!

I think in driving as in most places in life perhaps we should just slow down a bit and try to appreciate the journey as much as the destination. As opposed of course to the current method of stampeding down the 401 like a coked-up hummingbird with a gun shot wound and his pregnant wife in the back. You dig?

-Alex Blaikie


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A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.

8 replies

  1. Drivers are fast becoming (well, maybe they’ve always been like this) like cell phone users texting while walking along sidewalks. Heedless (or is it headless?) to what is going on an inch in front of their feet. Great post and one that resonates, daily, unfortunately!

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  2. I think to start with it would help if every driver would see a human beeing in the fellow driver that may have a very specific reason why they act thecway they do. Of course you will always have the odd moron with nothing but honey between their ears. Just avoid those.

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  3. Driving is probably the most dangerous thing most of us do on a daily basis. But…speaking as the jerk who might have cut you off, I really didn’t mean it. I’m just a bad driver. I’m not cognizant enough of my surroundings to put any malicious intent behind it. Plus, there are those times when Beyonce comes on my playlist and I have to ‘single ladies’ dance (mandatory requirement for continued living), thus removing 1 out of 2 hands from the steering wheel. I probably shouldn’t have a license but there’s no way I’m voluntarily surrendering it at this point. Maybe, for the good of humanity, I should trade Beyonce for Sheryl Crow.
    🙂 This most made me smile.


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