OC considers me a somewhat over-zealous driver. After a couple of times of bouncing his head off the passenger side window, he pointed out that I take corners a little faster and sharper then is standard. Judging by the hole in the floor and the fingerprint grooves in the dashboard, I’d say I brake a bit more abruptly then he does, too. The first couple of times OC visited, I offered to let him drive. He politely declined. This last time he was here he took the car keys and that was that.
This morning I encountered a woman who made my driving seem positively sedate. We were both approaching the turn into McDonald’s. She was behind me. When I flipped on my blinker she tromped on her gas pedal, shot into the right hand turn lane — which I already occupied– and took the curb to get to the parkinglot first. I slammed on my brakes as she careened between my front fender and a light post.
I drove the circle loop to the drive-thru. She screeched across the flea market parkinglot, darting between cars. As I slewed around the last corner she shot in front of me and ran her front passenger tire over the curb to pull into the drive-thru first. That was totally unnecessary because I had already stopped my car several feet away. McDonald’s doesn’t sell anything I want badly enough to die for.
I could have pulled into the drive-thru behind the woman, but there were already four cars ahead of her. Nobody was parked in the lot. I pulled up near the door, got out of my car and walked into the store. A few minutes later I walked back out with a cup of coffee and hot sandwich in hand. Just before I stepped into my car I smiled at the lady and saluted her with my coffee cup. There were still two more cars ahead of her before she could even order.
There is a difference between quick and reckless. Sometimes the two are hard to differentiate. Sometimes the chasm is blatantly obvious.