This one time I was driving and a truck needed to turn right in front of me to get into the intersection he wanted. There was a driver behind me and they backed up so I could back up and let the truck pass. It was nuts, I've never had anyone want to work together to help each other out on the road before. It's always a race or a contest when I drive. Pretty much me trying to avoid everyone else on the road. I feel like no one cares about ramming into me when I drive. As if they feel invincible, and that there's no way their 2 ton chunk of metal that moves at high speeds couldn't possibly collide with anything.
Another thought.
When I was little I would get into my parents cars and pretend to drive. When I would move the steering wheel it would lock up so I couldn't fuck with the wheels, and it was the most disappointing feeling. I wonder if they installed that feature because they didn't want kids fucking around with cars.
