I cut off some crazy girl trying to fly up the shoulder right before the Canadian border in NY heading to Toronto in bumper-to-bumper traffic. Eventually I saw a state trooper on the shoulder about an 1/8 mile up from me so I filed back in my lane and let her fly by me with her middle fingers flaring. A second later…

Disappointed not to see the loud chorus of ultimate-driving-machine-drivers defend rude driving as “zipper-merging”, which actually means that everyone of lesser social and/or economic caste should pull over to the side of the road and let the self-proclaimed-superior-people go by, instead of waiting their turn in…

I commute up a longish (1/2km) exit ramp on the way home each day. There is always someone who waits to the very last second and dives across the solid triangle to cut in front of the lineup. Sometimes they go past the triangle and the arrow sign and cut across the dirt after the two lanes have separated. I notice…

There’s a way to do this without making it obvious that you’re actively trying to block them. Just turn on your hazard lamps, pull over, open the hood/bonnet and pretend that the car is overheating or something. Make it look like you’re using the hard shoulder for its intended purpose: emergency stops.

Don’t police the public policing the public

A few years back, I had something similar happen.

If you’re familiar with Atlanta, you’ll know the 75/85 split going north. Three lanes each.

Counterpoint - making an asshole pay for their assholery probably won’t teach them a lesson or otherwise improve their driving, because assholes never learn from their mistakes. That’s a great way to define an asshole, actually. It will however likely piss them off, and already being an asshole, drive with even more…

An almost daily occurrence on part of my commute. Don’t even need a collision to create the backup. My favorites are the ones who see one of the prominent “DO NOT DRIVE ON SHOULDER” signs and pick that spot to pull out onto the shoulder. My second favorites are the sport-bike pilots who decide whipping up the shoulder…

So... What’s wrong with taking the back streets?

My 67:

I’ve never had the pleasure of driving a GT6, but I had a 1980 Spitfire. It was a wonderful car, just as much of a joy on a cross country road trip as it was on a trip to the grocery store.... provided you didn’t want to bring home anything larger than a frozen pizza and a six pack of soda. That thing had the smallest…

My grandfather still has a GT6 parts car left over from his racing days.  It’s really just a bodyshell at this point: no drivetrain, interior is trash, hood is rusted beyond repair.  My plan is to one day turn it into a full custom, probably with Miata mechanicals.

You can do some things to make it more manageable. This car I have completely redone the electrical, so that is no longer a (major) issue. The motorcycle carbs are also a lot more consistent (keep in mind motorcycle carb tech development continued along way after cars went to fuel injection)

While not the same car, but in the same class, I drove a 74 (I think?) MGB GT. I drove it once, before we ripped the motor out and left it in my buddies driveway. That was definitely an eye opening experience though. I daily drove manual cars for years, but prior to driving that it had been at least 2 years since I…

Funny enough, my dad had a Jaguar XK-E from 1970-1975 when he was in the Navy. In 1975 it got firebombed in Greece. After that, he bought a 1969 Triumph GT6. He owned the Triumph until he went back to Spain and left it with my uncle in Tennessee. My uncle left it at my grandfathers property where it ended up rusting…

I’ve always favored the Spitfire over it’s MGB cousin. The taper of the boot, the front fenders and the coke bottle waist all contribute to a very handsome car.

Let’s put aside for a moment the fact that we have a demonstrable problem with giving discretion to officers and prosecutors as to what is ‘reasonable.’

Don’t be obtuse. That is a poor metaphor and you know it. The dB scale is logarithmic. It is also subject to highly variable environmental conditions, hence using a SAE standard for testing sound. The police are completely ignoring the standard, skipping equipping officers with the tools to actually measure sound and…

Someone needs to tell bubb rubb and lil sis to get their shit right. The whistles go, “woooooo!”

There’s really only ONE thing we all want it to do. draw the lines on the screen when you cant see shit in the rain.