Even beyond the foolish inconvenience of "graduated driving licenses", forcing drivers to display plates or otherwise mark themselves as different from other road users causes some seriously stupid behavior - from the "fully licensed" "responsible adult" drivers on the road.
I've had elderly women (a demographic easily more liable to speed, drive dangerously and be inconsiderate of others than teenagers) in ridiculously tiny cars speed up to 25km over the limit, sit in my blindspot, then scoot in front of me and slam the brakes on until they get to the limit again - all because I was displaying "L" plates.
Bitch, please, I'm a better driver than you and I'm new to this. Shouldn't you want to be behind me, anyway?!
Seriously, the way others react to you as a learner is dangerous, intimidating (ie, their dangerous behavior makes the learner more prone to errors), and outright insulting at times.
But sometimes it's fun to relish their insecurity - it makes me really wish I had started driving much younger, so their reactions would've been even more hilarious.
I'm sitting at a red light, discussing something with my mother who happens to be in the car. Some idiot in a Holden Commodore parks next to me and gets ready to illegally shoot in front of me as we merge after the lights. I barely even notice him.
Light goes green, and the stupid wanker in the V6 was totally unable to keep up with me as I got up to the speed limit - apparently he doesn't know how to drive his car yet. Need more than a big engine, mate. I wasn't even trying to race him; I don't do that. So I'm in front of him for a limited period of time, because my ancient rustbucket out-accelerated his to the speed limit. (I don't condone or engage in dangerous driving... yet, I suppose. Give me time.)
When the lanes split again, I hear a pitiful growl and this Holden slowly inches forwards, its engine grumbling sluggishly, like Dawn French's stomach as she walks past a bakery. Wrong gear, genius.
So the guy slowly climbs up to at least 35 over the limit and goes in front of me, and cuts me off vindictively. I could see him all agitated in his seat; then he turns off. It didn't bother me at all.
Instead, I laughed my ass off all the way home.
Seriously though, there's no way to discern someone literally just starting and a "L" driver who passed their test. That's a little silly. Even still, that doesn't excuse this kind of behaviour. If you drive dangerously and "contemptuously" around L-drivers, you're a dick.
Whether you're a soccer mom in a 4 wheel-drive DeathUV, a stupid bogan in a ute that you're retarded enough to think is a sports car, or a tiny-dicked prat in a plastic twat-mobile - you're a dick.
6 years, 4 months ago
19 Dec 2012 13:11 CET