It seems that some people are born to drift. Sadly, I’m not talking about some speed freak in a Nissan S getting his car sideways around Newington Green. That would be pretty entertaining. Possibly a little bit daunting if you were riding towards it, but definitely a good way of breaking the monotony of the commute.
No, it is not that sort of drifter that brings me here today, it is the much more puerile and self defeating drifter. I’m talking about the sort of driver that, when they come to the end of a side road, seems to only have partial control of their brakes. Most drivers when coming to a junction, upon realising that they cannot move of immediately, will stop and wait. But not the drifter. The drifter has to make this stupidly simple process as complicated as possible. Upon realising that they can’t move off, they slow to a crawl, but then gently drift into the road. They have to; they are aggressive alpha men and women who don’t have to stop for anyone. Except they do, so they resort to their stupid drifting.
What pisses me off most is that drifters are too stupid to realise that they are achieving exactly the opposite of what they want to achieve. They seem to think their behaviour is going to speed up their journey, but it doesn’t. When I see someone drifting I don’t think “oh, it’s my right of way but I’ll stop and let out this idiot because he’s drifting into the road”. What I do is continue, although having to take a detour around the dimwit. But, most importantly, I slow down. This is because there is always a thought in the back of my mind that they haven’t actually seen me and that I’m going to get sideswiped. So does the drifter speed up his or her journey? No. Do they piss me off? Yes.
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