Coming back home around lunch-time today, pouring rain, barely any visibility, and slogging threw high water and trying to keep from slidding into the ditch, turn on the narrow bit of two lane that leads into the valley and find the situation worse-- water's higher, some ditch lines and creeks have topped and the county is shutting down some side roads. Round the blind curve about a mile from our place, just in time to see some idiot swing into my lane to dodge a stray dog, and set us up for a head on collision; I'm doing about 30, he's going easily 10 or more MPH more than me, he's not even looking at me, he's looking over his shoulder and he's not slowing down. I slam on the brakes, hit the horn, and angle for the ditch; no other options it's ditch, other lane on a blind curve in shit weather, or just take the hit head on; better the ditch than a double header on a bline curve. He jerks his car at the last minute, locks it up, and starts sliding, misses me by literal inches-- I could have sworn for a moment that we had grazed each other. Finally he comes to a stop a few feet from me, side ways and cross both lanes.
I sit there was a minute thanking whatever divine is out there; before going into a cussing fit that'd normally make even me say "Tone it down dude." I look up in the mirror, he's outside his car and on his cellphone. I roll down the window and ask if he's okay, and he shouts back "Yeah, I just didn't want to hit the dog." I just sit there, speechless and pissed enough to want to go feed him to that damn dog, he gets in his car after a couple of minutes and speeds (yes speeds) off.
What the fuck man?! Ever heard of fucking brakes?
I love animals, especially dogs and cats, but I'd sooner hit one than risk someone's life in bad weather on a blind curve.
I sit there was a minute thanking whatever divine is out there; before going into a cussing fit that'd normally make even me say "Tone it down dude." I look up in the mirror, he's outside his car and on his cellphone. I roll down the window and ask if he's okay, and he shouts back "Yeah, I just didn't want to hit the dog." I just sit there, speechless and pissed enough to want to go feed him to that damn dog, he gets in his car after a couple of minutes and speeds (yes speeds) off.
What the fuck man?! Ever heard of fucking brakes?
I love animals, especially dogs and cats, but I'd sooner hit one than risk someone's life in bad weather on a blind curve.