I Feel Sad For New Car Owners

Herb’s Blog, Herbdate 22169 – 739:

You know, I feel sorry for some of the people who drive these brand new cars. Not so much that they are pretentious, which some are, of course, but rather that people have to get them without all the niceties. If I were to buy a brand new car I would want every extra they had and then some. I have never bought a brand-new car and likely never will, but I know that a lot of times they give you options to chose from and that’s where it gets sad. So many people buy cars without all the optional equipment. See, was it me, and I could order a new car, one of the little amenities I would order would be signal lights.

I see so many people driving brand-new cars and think, “Look at that brand new Lexus. They are marketed to people of above-average intelligence, so I know the driver must have a brain in his head somewhere to be able to buy such a nice car, but he should have ordered the signal lights on it, then he would be able to let me know what his intentions were ahead of time instead of cutting me off” or turning in front of me or any other kind of situation.

You know what else would be nice? If in the training manual somewhere they told people about what Wisconsinites refer to as “Stop and Go Lights.” They should add a little paragraph or so explaining that red means stop, yellow means do whatever you think you can get away with and green means go. But you don’t get to pick your shade. I don’t know how many times I have sat behind someone who did not like the shade of green the light turned and waited until it turned greener. And then when I kindly shout out the window just a gentle reminder that, “The whole pole don’t turn green, lady!” They make a rude and angry hand gesture at me. I was merely raising my voice so I could be sure they heard me…

Sometimes other drivers scare me. Seriously. I know this is the generation of multi-taskers but when you are (true story that inspired this entry) holding a cup of coffee in your right hand, a sandwich in your left hand, have a phone propped on your left shoulder, and are trying to work the controls on your DVD player as you talk with your hands, well, I wonder if that is the best time to make a left turn at a high rate of speed across three lanes of traffic because you almost missed your turn.

And what is it with these DVD/Game Systems in the back seat? You can afford those but can’t afford turn signals. No wonder we are raising such a mindless generation who don’t even know how to cover their underwear in public by pulling up their pants. They don’t get enough of the brainless pap that comes from the Hollyweird/Mad Ave/Fashion Industry; they can’t take a 20 minute trip across town without it? When we took long trips we would have to see what license plates from what states we could spot or play “I Spy” or read a book or something. (Reading a book is sort of like reading the hard copy printout of a webpage, but usually longer and it is put together between two hard boards to save and read again. A nifty invention.)

And while your kids are nagging you about their outdated DVD player and you are turning around and scolding them is not the time to pass me. Yes, I was that slowpoke who has this bizarre idea that traffic signs, including speed limits, are the law, not a suggestion and the big number “55” that’s on there is not the starting or qualifying speed. I have to admire your skill, though. You passed me at an incredibly high rate of speed with a phone stuck to your ear as you were turned around in your seat yelling at your kids and pulled back into the lane thirty inches in front of me. This was probably okay since you were going so fast but you probably didn’t notice I was driving an older model minivan. Did you ever wonder if my brakes were really good enough to stop in that kind of distance? Although I think your type has been around since Bible times. Even then, they could tell who someone was by the way they drove. “And the watchman told, saying…the driving is like the driving of Jehu the son of Nimshi; for he driveth furiously.” Another translation says, “The driving is like the driving of Jehu son of Nimshi–crazy!”

So, anyway, if you would just stop reading this on your cellphone until you complete the left turn in front of me which you didn’t signal for, I would appreciate it. Oh. I see you’re turning into the oil-change place. Ask them to check your blinker fluid while you’re there.

Remember, the Good Book says, “…The chariots shall be with flaming torches in the day of his preparation, and the fir trees shall be terribly shaken. The chariots shall rage in the streets, they shall jostle one against another in the broad ways: they shall seem like torches, they shall run like the lightnings.”


  1. I’m sorry you’ve never bought a new car. Don’t blame the car blame the driver! 😂
    I bought a new Toyota last year. It has self driving capabilities and is (hate to use this overused word but I’m gonna) awesome!
    It beeps at me when I get close to the white lines, forces me to use my turn signal, keeps a safe distance between me and the car in front of me, applies the breaks before I do, and even told me to stop and take a coffee break the one time I decided to ‘test’ its self driving capabilities.
    Your post was funny btw… 😆 I’ve been one of those drivers at some point I’m sure. I’ve also experienced those drivers countless times!

    • lol. Thank you. Nothing against new cars, really, just that more aren’t sold without signals. You must have the deluxe model. Actually some of these comments have made me think about a short, short, story I read by Larry Niven called “Safe at Any Speed.”

  2. Self driving cars destroy the purpose in learning to drive correctly. Also new cars don’t help because they don’t work I agree. Get a car that lasts, runs for more than 10 seconds without needing a mechanic to hook up to a computer to find it’s problems every time it decides to quit. I think 30 years and still running counts I say from experience. Plus the blinkers still work. Who knew they lasted that long from so many years ago?!

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