AutoNeurotica

More and more I'm finding there are less and less quirks to talk about. You can only rehash someone not using a turn signal so many times. (That happened today actually, the Mensa candidate was nice enough to signal after the lane change that almost clipped my headlight, ensuring I knew where she had BEEN.)

But I did run into something today, not literally, that I know I've been brewing about for some time. If you reach a stop light, especially if you're going to turn left, and you miss the white line when stopping, so much so that your little car is completely over the line, you must move your ass back. Most cars, last I checked, were equipped with the magic R on the shifter. And while this magic R doesn't let you go back in time, it does let you go back in space, so use it.

Reason I say this is now my brain has to work out some Pathagorean re-routing in order to get past you if I'm turning left come from the perpendicular direction. It becomes much less a nice gradual turn than a slow down into a jerk of the wheel in order not to hit my fellow turnee to my right.

And during that awkward moment when we're scrapping paint jobs, don't give me that look of Right Wing to Punk Rock disgust. It's your damn fault I had to recalibrate, don't give me any guff. That's like running naked through the library and getting on someone who's laughing too loud. Not your call to make, Eager Eddie.