A few years back, in LA,CA, this guy got fed up with a lady who apparently was creating a road hazard while she was fumbling or talking to her pommeranian that was sitting on her lap while she was driving. Although traffic was moving, the guy forced the lady off to the shoulder, exited his vehicle and proceeded to cuss the lady out. The dog snapped at the man and the man grabbed the little rat of a canine and threw it into freeway traffic.
No need to go into detail about that. But to make a long story short, the guy ended up getting sentenced to TWO years in state prison for vehicular assualt and cruelty to animals.
After, there was a push in the legislature to pass laws requireing that any animal riding in the cab must be in a carrier. Never kept up on that one.
I've said it before on other subjects, but in MHO, both parties were a couple O jacka**es.
I was a speed demon at one time and my theory was that the less time I spent on the road the less likely I was to be in an incident or accident ( just my twisted theory of averages and statisics). So I always left the house by 4:30AM, no matter what my start time was and tried to be on the road no later than 2:30 PM. If I cranked form Irvine to LA fast enough, I could just beat the SLAMMMM and make it home without traffic affecting me.
In my head, I rationalized that I was "qualified" to speed having received the same defensive and evasive high speed training that the CHP used to get (courtesy of the USN for volunteering when I was a low grade PO to be a driver for some peacock of an admiral).
Inspite of the fact that I did try to be as "SAFE" as it is possible when driving 95 in freeway traffic, I really was just another knucklehead amongst all the others.
Since I moved to Medford, the "need to SPEED" has all but left me. The Rogue Valley isn't big enough to have to get anywhere in a hurry. And yet, people still get "agro" (agravated easilly) and drive like they think they're in NASCAR or something. Just don't understand.
