Driver Education

There are many things that I aspire to be in my life if only I had the time and conviction. One such aspiration? Driving Instructor. I have been a motorist, a pedestrian and a bicyclette handler in several major cities in Canada and throughout Europe. Ahhhhh, Europe...I love those wine drinking, seafood swilling, dope smoking, syphilis soaked(that ones for Italy), brilliant bicycle riding genius's. They of all the places I've roamed, know how to work together in their travels. Cars and pedestrians live side by side in a world of peace and prosperity. Cyclists understand their role and cars abide by the rules of the road. Sometimes it seems as though there are no rules in place, but by golly it works! I despise the drivers in this country and now in this city. You are all moronic, self absorbed single celled organisms with too many toys to play with. You are operating a tonne of metal fury going speeds designed for those with attention spans. Please put down the eyelash curlers, the meat ball subs and the goddamned fucking Christ on a cracker CELL PHONES. You should have your eyes on the road, your mirrors and the other million people surrounding you. Multitasking is not something human beings are capable of. Seriously. Your brain stops functioning for a millisecond when you switch your attention and can return just as quickly but you cannot, contrary to popular belief, do more than one thing at a time...it's a scientific fact. Science also tells us that lack of focus+sonic speed+one thousand pounds of metal=badness. Wait, that's math. Anyways, I nearly got hit three times in one day, three times...and I mean nearly. When a few particles of your soul leave your body out your ass three times in one day, we have a problem. All three times were lack of driver concentration and understanding road rules. Who is training these people? They should be shot in the face and disallowed a funeral for all of the people they've maimed and killed over the years for granting these assholes a licence. Who does not understand the concept of "right of way"? Driving has to be one of the most pleasant and simple things in the world to grasp. If you cannot back up without hitting something, drive with both hands while watching your surroundings or your anxiety over the sheer act of motoring consumes you...give it up. Taxis, transit or your own two feet are my recommendation. This numbskullary has gone too far. The only reason I am still alive is because of my ability to pay attention. Shouldn't it be both our responsibilities though? If both of us were focused on the task at hand, wouldn't that avoid say, every single unwanted outcome? The next time my asshole parts and little pieces of me escape in fear of fatality, I will kick off a mirror screaming with reckless abandon, "It was you or me, motherfucker!!!"