Saturday Drivers...

Normally I love to drive. I always have. I knew when I was 13 years old that I wanted to drive for a living and when I got the chance I did it. I've delivered everything from pizzas to flowers to appliances and building supplies.  I've driven regular cars, pickup trucks, school buses and tractor trailers. I even did prototype test driving for alternative fuel vehicles. (just an aside...I wouldn't drive one if you paid me....I don't generally like my transportation to go *BOOM*)

So fast forward to today...I hate driving on the weekends. I find that during the work week there are drivers who use this seldom used thing called a brain. They are driving and working, thus they are thinking. On the weekends you see the OTHER drivers. The ones who sit at a desk all week and wouldn't be able to explain the right of way at a four way stop to you if they had the law printed right in front of them.

And in all my years of driving throughout the many states of these United States, never have I seen a law where it states that you MUST make a right turn on red.

Now... I will generally make a right turn on red where it is legal and safe to do so. In my area the traffic signals allow left turning traffic to go first on a green arrow while all other traffic remains stopped. Then, when the traffic has cleared the intersection, you may make your right turn if there is no posted prohibition.

So when I am waiting for the traffic to clear the intersection, and an IDIOT behind me leans on his horn to make me move....well..... I just want to sit there until the light turns green. Because there is no law that says I MUST make that right turn on red.  And today....when the IDIOT in the white Chevy van decided to lean on his horn ...  I sat there until the light turned green because that is what the law says. I must stop and remain stopped until the regulatory signal turns in my favor.

If he was in such a hurry...then he should have been more patient because I had every intention of making the right turn on red as soon as it was safe to do so. At the point that he honked his horn at me, the car making the left turn (oncoming traffic) had not cleared the intersection. Had I turned when he honked I would have caused a serious accident.

Art inspiration can come from the darndest places sometimes. But I think I'd still rather do my driving on Mondays.