Comments on: Teenagers and SUVs http://www.jimcarson.com/2005/teenagers-and-suvs/ Three standard deviations from the mean Sat, 13 Mar 2010 18:12:46 -0800 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: anon http://www.jimcarson.com/2005/teenagers-and-suvs/comment-page-1/#comment-1984 anon Thu, 19 May 2005 19:15:38 +0000 http://www.jimcarson.com/2005/teenagers-and-suvs/#comment-1984 I've been thinking about getting one of those compressed air horns. Tooted into the open passenger window just might get their attention. I’ve been thinking about getting one of those compressed air horns. Tooted into the open passenger window just might get their attention.

]]> By: Aaauger http://www.jimcarson.com/2005/teenagers-and-suvs/comment-page-1/#comment-1983 Aaauger Thu, 19 May 2005 16:47:59 +0000 http://www.jimcarson.com/2005/teenagers-and-suvs/#comment-1983 Side-mount an aerosol can of Easy-off to your handlebars. Side-mount an aerosol can of Easy-off to your handlebars.

]]> By: Claire http://www.jimcarson.com/2005/teenagers-and-suvs/comment-page-1/#comment-1982 Claire Wed, 18 May 2005 19:31:38 +0000 http://www.jimcarson.com/2005/teenagers-and-suvs/#comment-1982 This reminds me of a ride home in early April. I was finishing coming up Eastgate Way, a fairly stiff climb, and some twitbrain a silver Encore first honked right behind me just to see me jump, and then the young fellow in the passenger seat yelled something at me. The words were unintelligible, but the intent was clear. I could hear them laughing as they zoomed away. At the top of the hill there's a stop light, and it was not long before I had caught up to the Encore. I doubt they expected that, seeing that I was coming up the hill so slow. The Encore is in one of the left turn lanes, and I'm next to it in the go-straight-or-turn-right lane. To my right is the right-turn-only lane. There's a whole bunch of cars waiting at the light there. I exclaim, "Excuse me! Excuse me!" until I finally get the young fellow to unroll his window. I say, in a motherly voice, "I heard you shouting to me as you passed by me earlier on the hill, but I couldn't quite make out what you said. Is everything OK? Do you need help with anything?" There's probably about 8 or 10 motorists all rather curiously staring at me and the Encore, trying to figure out what is going on, probably because they're bored waiting at this interminable light, and this is the most interesting thing happening. "I was afraid that maybe you had some difficulty. Are you sure you're all right?" Like, are you sure you don't need a brain transplant, IDIOT?!! but of course outwardly I was all maternal concern. They disavow any need for assistance, and embarrassedly roll up their window. The light turns green. I ride away in triumph. This reminds me of a ride home in early April. I was finishing coming up Eastgate Way, a fairly stiff climb, and some twitbrain a silver Encore first honked right behind me
just to see me jump, and then the young fellow in the passenger seat yelled something at me. The words were unintelligible, but the intent was clear. I could hear them laughing as they zoomed away.

At the top of the hill there’s a stop light, and it was not long before I had caught up to the Encore. I doubt they expected that, seeing that I was coming up the hill so slow. The Encore is in one of the left turn lanes, and
I’m next to it in the go-straight-or-turn-right lane. To my right is the right-turn-only lane. There’s a whole bunch of cars waiting at the light there.

I exclaim, “Excuse me! Excuse me!” until I finally get the young fellow to unroll his window. I say, in a motherly voice, “I heard you shouting to me as you passed by me earlier on the hill, but I couldn’t quite make out what
you said. Is everything OK? Do you need help with anything?” There’s probably about 8 or 10 motorists all rather curiously staring at me and the Encore, trying to figure out what is going on, probably because they’re
bored waiting at this interminable light, and this is the most interesting thing happening. “I was afraid that maybe you had some difficulty. Are you sure you’re all right?” Like, are you sure you don’t need a brain transplant, IDIOT?!! but of course outwardly I was all maternal concern.

They disavow any need for assistance, and embarrassedly roll up their window. The light turns green.

I ride away in triumph.

]]> By: DougW http://www.jimcarson.com/2005/teenagers-and-suvs/comment-page-1/#comment-1981 DougW Wed, 18 May 2005 15:38:43 +0000 http://www.jimcarson.com/2005/teenagers-and-suvs/#comment-1981 Maybe you should have tried to empty one of your water bottles into their car. If you had one filled with a nice sugary drink that would have been a lot of fun to clean up. Maybe you should have tried to empty one of your water bottles into their car. If you had one filled with a nice sugary drink that would have been a lot of fun to clean up.

]]> By: Steve http://www.jimcarson.com/2005/teenagers-and-suvs/comment-page-1/#comment-1980 Steve Wed, 18 May 2005 06:42:00 +0000 http://www.jimcarson.com/2005/teenagers-and-suvs/#comment-1980 "Give me my two dollars!" “Give me my two dollars!”

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