Next time lemme know, we'll grab @ian and do a boys Disney day sans kids!
A “boys Disney day”. AKA Christy’s Cabaret?
Next time lemme know, we'll grab @ian and do a boys Disney day sans kids!
The PNW has the unequivocal worst drivers in the countryhaha I am often angry at how unaware or just dumb other drivers are. I would optimistically estimate I have lost 10 years of my life expectancy due to this anger. I have very high expectations as well.
Oh no! You’re one of those adult fans of DisneyNext time lemme know, we'll grab @ian and do a boys Disney day sans kids!
The PNW has the unequivocal worst drivers in the country
The PNW has the unequivocal worst drivers in the country
A “boys Disney day”. AKA Christy’s Cabaret?
I don’t understand the allure of those places unless it’s for a 21st birthday, or a cheap lunch buffet.
But…. If you were a drug dealer they’d love you a whoooole lot more!Because I’m a pilot, and there are tons of girls who work there who would totally be attracted to me!
My first time at Disneyland they still had the ticket books (ever wonder where the term E ticket ride came from?) and it seemed like a magical place, I was all about trading lesser tickets with my friends to get more E tickets so I could ride more of the big rides. Then we went to Magic Mountain and there was no imagineering happening, it was all about the rides and I forgot about Disneyland altogether. Some time after I got married I found myself and my ex staying in a Disneyland hotel sometime after Thankgiving but before Christmas. It was a magical Christmas celebration complete with snow (except it was 80F and the snow was soap bubbles). As I exited the parking structure I reminded my wife that we could've gone to Hawaii for what we'd just spent for the weekend, she didn't care, she was sad we were leaving. I couldn't wait to get home, of course that took three hours because of traffic.Yes, CA. I'm 40 and this is the first time I've been to. I'd say I proudly said that fact in the past. One might argue I was never a kid. We did trips to socal when I was my kids age, and I only wanted to go to NAS Miramar and watch Tomcats flying around. I remember coming home from one of those trips and my friend's dad asked me if we went to Disneyland and I was personally insulted he'd dare to ask me that. I don't know what I thought this place was/is, but I think I envisioned some weird girl place where you just met minney mouse a bunch of times. I don't think I envision coming back, but it has been mildly amusing, there are roller coasters and some cool rides. I also have taken pride in having never once watched any Star Wars film (cue the gasps), but my favorite part has been the Star Wars portion of the park. My youngest thinks it is basically all real. We did the Star Wars ride and he said, and I quote, we literally went to space. But he was a bit confused how we got back to Disneyland so quickly. And he got to go to the Spiderman store on the other side of the park, and I think he may have stroked out from excitement. They are kids I never was, but it's cool to see them on a 96 hour adrenaline rush of happiness, which translates generally into intermittent punching of each other like "light chop" is reported to center by delta (or severe if reported by JAL)
*Laughs in Memphis*The PNW has the unequivocal worst drivers in the country
My first time at Disneyland they still had the ticket books (ever wonder where the term E ticket ride came from?) and it seemed like a magical place, I was all about trading lesser tickets with my friends to get more E tickets so I could ride more of the big rides. Then we went to Magic Mountain and there was no imagineering happening, it was all about the rides and I forgot about Disneyland altogether. Some time after I got married I found myself and my ex staying in a Disneyland hotel sometime after Thankgiving but before Christmas. It was a magical Christmas celebration complete with snow (except it was 80F and the snow was soap bubbles). As I exited the parking structure I reminded my wife that we could've gone to Hawaii for what we'd just spent for the weekend, she didn't care, she was sad we were leaving. I couldn't wait to get home, of course that took three hours because of traffic.
That title belongs to Miami drivers.The PNW has the unequivocal worst drivers in the country
I think Magic Mountain, in Valencia CA, started the concept of "It's about the rides.". Of course there was food and other entertainment but it was just stuff along the sides of the paths to get from ride to ride. Six Flags (who bought Magic Mountain) and Cedar Point (the other company that owns all of the parks) are merging. I still long for the olden times when you could ride Colossus backwards and Revolution was absolutely the smoothest coaster ever built. I know I sound like an old man but I don't mind, those were some of the best times of my life. Disney is dead to me.Even the E ticket rides at Disney were pretty tame compared to Busch Gardens or “hey we’re going to launch you out of this electromagnetic cannon” at Cedar Point.
I think everyone thinks they're a great driver and everyone else should have their license revoked regardless of where they live. I have two pieces of advice. First and foremost, put your phone in your pocket and don't link it to your car when you're driving. Second, follow traffic laws, these aren't suggestions, these include using turn signals, making full stops and actually looking around at a stop sign before you move. If you want to go fast, go fast, just do it responsibly. My current truck hates 65mph, it comes alive at about 78 and feels happy somewhere north of 85 so when I can that's how I roll, but my trucks happiness does not dictate how I drive, traffic does so most often my truck and I commiserate about all of the other idiots at 65-70. But I don't seem to crash and neither do the commuters around me, most of the time.*sigh* we’ve been through this. Statistically the worst drivers are almost all from rural, poor •hole states where drunk driving is a sport and seat belts are a liberal conspiracy cuz “uncle Cletus wuz in a wreck and only survived cuz he was throwed clear!”
That title belongs to Miami drivers.
*sigh* we’ve been through this. Statistically the worst drivers are almost all from rural, poor •hole states where drunk driving is a sport and seat belts are a liberal conspiracy cuz “uncle Cletus wuz in a wreck and only survived cuz he was throwed clear!”
I'm unsure if you have Prius "hypermilers" in the NE. These are the bane of society at large. Their computer calculating the mileage figures the left lane will result in the highest MPG. I think there's some sort of green leaf they try to maintain on their instrument panel. I like the Prius hybrid, I think it's a wonderful car. But it's a car, not a lifestyle and anyone that acts as if it's more is dumb. I didn't buy my first truck because I thought people would like it, turns out 30 years later it still fits.those statistics are deadliest areas to drive. But that’s not what we are referring to by bad drivers. People driving slow in left lane, not using blinkers, cutting across multiple lanes to get to their exit etc is the criteria we are using
I think everyone thinks they're a great driver and everyone else should have their license revoked regardless of where they live. I have two pieces of advice. First and foremost, put your phone in your pocket and don't link it to your car when you're driving. Second, follow traffic laws, these aren't suggestions, these include using turn signals, making full stops and actually looking around at a stop sign before you move. If you want to go fast, go fast, just do it responsibly. My current truck hates 65mph, it comes alive at about 78 and feels happy somewhere north of 85 so when I can that's how I roll, but my trucks happiness does not dictate how I drive, traffic does so most often my truck and I commiserate about all of the other idiots at 65-70. But I don't seem to crash and neither do the commuters around me, most of the time.
In another century when high schools still offered drivers' ed classes, it was drilled into my simple mind, "Keep right except to pass." It was wild for the first couple times on I95, with an instructor flying right west, so to speak, to be reminded of that time-and-time again and to learn what the left lane represented.If you want to talk about that, how about the people who eventually get over, after spending 10 miles passing one vehicle, and then decide it would be a great time to deviate from their average personally comfortable/desired speed of 10 below the limit, up to however much over the limit will prevent you from getting around them before the next line of cars? I surprise them because there is no speed that I wouldn't go to get out of that situation. Stupid people, getting emotional about being passed without realizing that I've been in cruise control for hours, aside from when I had to kick it off and slow down 20 mph to not ram them in the passing lane.