LA Dodgers

4.3.2017

Oh hi.

I mostly bike to work, but sometimes I drive the Jeep the two or so miles.  I recently drove because it's Ezzy's spring break and he's in camp at the park in our neighborhood.  The park is between work and where we live, so I dropped him off and kept on going.

It happens that the drive from the park to work is the very route I take when biking.  It winds through the back streets of Venice Beach and crosses the two big streets at sleepy side streets (with traffic signals, natch.)

So on this drive though the neighborhood, I encountered a car that turned off a street in front of me and I observed that this guy didn't stop at his stop sign.  He didn't slow and if he looked at the oncoming traffic (me), I didn't see him do so.  If you witness driving like this, it's memorable.  Where one should stop, one doesn't.  I'm not talking of the "California (rolling) Stop."  This guy didn't slow.  He just made a right turn.  And what's more is that I've observed drivers doing this a lot lately.  I don't know if there's something in the air, but people are not stopping at stop signs.

So I'm behind this guy now and a bit down the road he slows and stops.  He doesn't pull over or signal or even hit his hazard blinkers.  He just slows and stops.  I slow and stop behind him and since I'm not in a hurry, wait.  He sits there with his foot on the brake for a few seconds.  Then, without looking, releases the brake and hits the gas.  Ho hum.  Just gonna stop for a sec.

Later (and mind you, this is a 3.4 mile trip though side streets), another car turns in front of me without stopping for their stop sign.  Then another guy is stopped in the middle of the road when I come upon him.  I go around him and a guy turns right in front of me without slowing for his stop sign, then slows to a stop in the middle of the road.  I pull up behind him and toot the horn, cuz I've had enough hi jinks for the morning.

Sure enough, the next guy I'm behind pulls to the stop sign and lingers.  He's not waiting for anyone to cross.  He's not yielding for a pedestrian.  Just as I'm about to toot for him to fuckin' go, he goes.  Jeez.

So I pull up to the stop.  I stop.  As I'm stopping, the grey Dodge to my left BLASTS his horn at me.  Yes, I get it, it's your turn.  At that point I was finished with turkeys driving cars and I didn't need a BLAST from his grey Dodge boat horn.  So since my window was down and my patience was gone, I totally flipped him off - full arm extension to boot - and loudly said while looking right at his "it's MY turn to go-face," "FUCK YOU!!"  His face changed to looking confused and slightly hurt and I-should-be-pissed as he continued through the intersection.  I thought the whole thing was hilarious, so I laughed.

I laughed the remaining way to work, and only had to dodge one more car that stopped in the middle of the road for no obvious reason.

Tonight - Dovré Club     (**CASH ONLY**)

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