Dear Sin City drivers,
What the hell is up with your horrendous driving? Granted, many of the atrocious drivers have Arizona and California plates (and I’ve lived in both of those states), but there are quite a few with Nevada plates who are also hell on wheels.
A few things I’d like to say.
First, the speed limit is not a recommendation. According to Merriam-Webster, limit means: a : something that bounds, restrains, or confines; or b : the utmost extent. Thus, driving 105 mph on I-215 is not only imprudent but also really effing dangerous. So please stop.
Second, enough with the tailgating. Riding my ass is not going to get me to speed up. In fact, it will have the opposite effect. I will either slow to a crawl or slam on my brakes (the latter of which I have since stopped since I bought my new car.) This is even more aggravating when there is traffic ahead of me. So, when you weave in and out of traffic seemingly to get ahead, all that you end up accomplishing is making it to the stoplight ahead of the rest of us sane, normal drivers. Did that really save you any time?
Third, I understand that there is enough neon in Las Vegas to light a small village in Africa for 20 years; however, this does not mean you shouldn’t turn on your lights. Too many times I see morons driving at night without their lights on. Not only does this make you look like an idiot, but it’s also dangerous. One day, somebody will undoubtedly merge into your lane, hitting you, or rear end you because you are virtually invisible under the veil of darkness.
And finally, as I’ve taken up photography as of late (you can check out my cool photos elsewhere on this site), I would appreciate it if you see me hanging out of my window at a stoplight with a camera to not get into my shot. Especially if you have a monster truck, bus, or conversion van. Or even worse, those huge billboards that troll the Strip. Thank you in advance.
“They say the universe is expanding. That should help with the traffic.” ~ Steven Wright