Chauvinist PIckup Truck Rant

I hate driving. It's one of my biggest pet peeves associated with South Florida. Since I leave Sunday, I spent all of today driving around, finishing errands. I went from Hollywood to Plantation to Fort Lauderdale to Hollywood, again. Between this and my trip to Orlando, I drove for at least fourteen hours this week, spending nearly a hundred dollars on gas. In NYC, everyone's complained about the subway hikes. If only New Yorkers knew what it was like to pay four-hundred dollars a month for transportation. My biggest aggravation, during my days on the Ronald Reagan turnpike, has to be pickup trucks. At least twice this week, some fat bald man in his Chevy flashed his lights at me, telling me to change lanes, when I was driving at a decent pace. Why doesn't he move over? That's right, because every jerk in their pickup wants to control the road. I'm convinced half the people who own those monsters choose SUV's because, they make them feel powerful. Their mighty big car can CONTROL the road, with it's SIZE. Who would have thought a car could become a chauvinist?