I have an appreciation for most all vintage vehicles. Some people are strictly Chevy or only Ford, I see the beauty in them both.
Old Volkswagens are nice too.
I was almost hit just yesterday in my mother's Volkswagen. My mother was in the car with me too. I was simply driving out of my parent's driveway (which is on a side street, 25mph limit) and turned onto the road, started to build up speed.
Suddenly I see a modern Toyota Booger SUV flying up in my Rear View mirror.
Coming down the road, opposite direction from me, was a Mail-Truck, doing their job.
The SUV puts their left indicator on... they want to pass me, I'm almost doing the limit at this point. They are doing at least double.
I decided to be a road hog and blocked the Middle of the road. They had to slam on their brakes to avoid hitting the back of our car.
In the rearview I see them throwing their hands up and complaining... its a little old lady driving the Booger car for crying out loud!
I motion out the window, "slow down".
They imitate my motion, not sure why... and continued to Ride my bumper the whole way down the street.
Where the heck did they even plan on going? If they had tried to cut me off they probably would have either clipped me or the mail truck in the process...
I emphasize again... people drive like f#@k-tards...
Today:
I'm in the Volkswagen again, with my mom again. We are traveling down a two-lane highway (one lane each direction) 35mph limit.
We are stopped at a traffic light with one van behind us. The light turns green and we go, building up speed.
In the left mirror I see two cars flying up at freeway speed. They pass us like we are standing still, in the oncoming lane.
After they pass, I recognize the two cars as riced-out 8th gen Accords. Lowered and rattle-canned.
My mom says, "Jesus..."
I go, "Yeah, they are probably going to crash..."
We see a cloud of smoke, a quarter mile up the road from us, only a few seconds later... "Did they have to hit the skidders?"
There was some construction going on up the road, new blacktop meeting old, and it was unfinished, leaving a nice speed bump... one of the lowered ricecars hit the bump at speed and they lost their oil pan.
They left an oil slick for several hundred feet, and then turned around back the way they had come. They had no oil left at that point, which was why their car was smoking so bad as it went past us.
They got what they deserved... and their dumb rump roasts were trying to drive back... they weren't going to make it even close...
You can do everything right, and some pleb (simpleton) can still mess it up for you. Luckily I dodged two bullets two days in a row.