The other day, I rode around with my Uncle (owns a commercial AC repair business) to help him out with a job. This involved driving into Akron to pick up a part, then driving up to Painesville (up on the lake, Northeast of Cleveland along I-90). So, plenty of oppertunities to witness morons driving. As best in order as I can:
1. In Akron, the exit we took to get to the store is badly designed to say the least. The lines at the light are right up to the intersection, but it's heavily traveled by trucks, including today, we're behind a flat bed making a left. The red subie that was at the line was trying to back up to give room, while the van behind him was just sitting there. There appeared to be enough room for the subie to back up, but the light turned green with the truck in the intersection, the driver of the van then
pulled forward blocking the subaru driver from backing up any further. The moron eventually realized the subaru was trying to back up, and also backed up, and the truck went by. The driver of the van? Texting.
2. For those who know the area, our route involves traveling on Rt. 8 to I271 to I90. I271 picks up I480 for a short bit. When the two split, it's three lanes wide, with the middle lane servicing both exits, we're in the middle lane. As we're getting to this exit, multiple people are flying by as quickly as it can and cutting us off to get into the correct exit. As in, people who are in the left lane suddenly realizing they need to be in the right, and vice versa. I think only one person out of the dozen or so we saw actually cared to put their signal on. And it's raining. So the inevitable
almost happens. A person in the left lane needing to get into the right, and a person in the right needing to get into the left both enter the center lane at the same time. They realize their mistake with about a foot to spare, and just enough time to not run off the road before the I271/I480 split.
3. Immediately following the I271/I480 split, I271 becomes an 8-lane (4 each way) highway, with a twist. 4 lanes (2 each way) become an 'express lane', kinda like an HOV, except without the restrictions or hours. And yes, it's seperated by guard rails. I saw at least two cars trying to reenter the 'local lanes' via emergancy vehicle ramps. Which is doubly hilarious when you realize that every mile or two there is an 'entry way' to and from the exrpess lanes.
4. Uneventful rest of the trip. We get to the job site (an Arby's). While I'm eating lunch (on the roof of the Arby's), I hear what could either pass as a crotch rocket or a riced out Neon. It was the former, trying to show off. In showing off he makes a left turn out of the Arby's parking lot, taking all four lanes of the road he's turning on, plus the entrance of the gas station across the street, to make his left turn.
Coming back was either uneventful, or I wasn't caring too much after spending 4 hours on the roof of an Arby's in the humid sun (I was passenger, so
). The only other moron I recall was someone who turned on his right signal to make a left turn.