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Safe Driving

The Rabbit

Anthony Dixon

 

 

The Rabbit

When I was in my thirties I met a Woman that had as much Spunk as myself. At thirty I played Basketball with Teenagers and walked for miles. This Woman was one Hundred and six years old yet she was spray and Energetic. I asked her what was her secret, in one word she answered, Moderation. From then on I was on my way to living well. Before I met her I was compulsively Excessive in everything I did including Spending. One Night I was Traveling I-74, twelve O’clock at Night on this Desolate Road. The Temptation to pop the Lifters on a Motor with only nine thousand on the Odometer overcame me. So here I was Transmission downshifting at 100 when I passed a Cop sitting in the Dark waiting for me, Radar Gun going off the Megahertz.

The Lifters were already wide open, so punching it took me to 125 in three seconds. That gave me enough time to make it to my Exit before he shifted from park. That is what a twenty one years old Compulsive Excessive does, thinking that he was better than Mario Andretti. When I parked the Car I promised myself that this would never happen again, knowing that if I was Apprehended I would have been Arrested and probably lost my License. Furthermore if I hit a Pothole I would have been Airborne. Very few of us are able to make adjustments in our Destructive Patterns of Living, so in the end it kills us or someone else. The other Day on my thirty five miles Commute at two P.M. in the Afternoon, I noticed this Car working the Traffic aggressively.

At the Stoplight I glanced in the Car to see a Man of my Age looking Smug, as if to saying, I got this. Then the old Adage popped in my Head, “you can’t teach an old Dog new tricks”, especially if he was too stupid to learn when he was young, as I did at twenty one eluding Cops. I fully understand that when you are young you can be Dumb and full of yourself. It has always been my Desire to get better with Age in whatever I did in Life, including Driving. So why is it that everyday I am out here Driving I feel like the One Eyed Man in the Land of the Blind. Eighteen to Eighty they all drive the same, with Reckless Abandon, behind the Wheel they act like a four year old in a Candy Factory, they eat themselves sick with their craving for speed.

One year Statestics for my Geographic Location amounted to thirty seven Million Accidents with Astronomical Fatalities. Those Fatalities include Pedestrians Bicyclists and People on Motorized Wheelchair. I watch the Morning News and every single Day there are numerous Rush Hour Crashes, some with Fatalities. I will forever be citing Albert Einstein’s definition of a Fool, my Interpretation, Driving the same way for twenty five years, each time expecting different Results. It is what it is, your Driving Facilitates thirty seven Million Crashes. Watching Greyhound Racing have thought me that a Dog haven’t been born yet who caught the Rabbit, they are usually lined up chasing the Rabbit. It’s a darn shame that Speedsters never realized til l it’s too late that there has to be a Rabbit.

Going home twelve at Night I am always Clocking minimum of ten miles over the speed Limit. Yet it never fails there is always someone wanting to travel with me or pass me. When that happens I let them be the Rabbit, they shield me from the Radar Gun and I follow five carlengths behind them. It would be Idiotic for me to maintain my speed, that amounts to Racing. Something I never do even tho I can prompt my Car to do 175, with no stress on the Motor. This is what happens when you Mellow with Age. At twenty one if I had a Car that did 175 I probably wouldn’t be here to tell Speed Demons that Speed Kills. A Friend of mine who is Highly Educated, yet he Drove like an Idiot all his Life. He always Drove like he had a Point to prove.

Every time he got behind the Wheel all his Intelligence flew out the Window and up pops the little Macho Devil. Over the years this Guy have Smashed the best Cars made, from BMWs on down. I think a minimum of five bad Wrecks is a conservative number. Yet one bad Accident after another all having to do with excessive speed, didn’t tell him anything, Harry was always the Rabbit. His last Accident was survived only by the Hand of God, broken Neck in two places, broken Spleen, broken Pelvis and leg. They had to Extricate him from the Vehicle the way an Archeologist dig to recover aged Artifacts. The outcome, four years of Therapy, loads of Oxi and a Revoked Licenses.

One of my Neighbors killed himself and his two young Sons, his Wife has permanent Scars
The Driver of this Maserati killed himself and his two young Sons, his Wife severely injured.

When talking about the Accident he never mentioned the other Vehicle or Vehicles involved or whether anyone Died. However Silence have always spoken Loudly in my Book. States are also Negligible for keeping Drivers like that on the Road. Now Harry is a Recluse popping Oxis all Day Long, basically Living to Die. That’s not me, I plan to live out my Life with a Bang. I plan to spend many Hours on the Ocean drinking Beer, catching Fish for my Dinner and writing Blogs. I will not allow people like Harry to disrupt my plans for living it up till my last Breath is drawn. That’s why each Day I am out there with Kamakizi Drivers I Drive like a Jedi Pilot in a Meteor Storm. I hope you Guys understand that I write about whatever that is on my Mind, but I will never stop beating my Gums about the way you Drive. In hope to save just one Life. Incidentally there is a Star on my Drivers License indicating that I am a Safe Driver, what’s on yours?.

Life, Motivation, Safe Driving

Telluride

Anthony Dixon

   

Those of you who follow my Safe Driving Blogs knows that I have covered Millions of Miles Driving. Many of those Miles Driving Commercially and the rest covering Cross Country Road Trips. It is a Phenomenal Accomplishment to have had only two bad Accidents that were not caused by me. One with a Truck with bad Brakes and one by a Nut Driving a Jaguar who cut me off on Ice covered Pavement. Both with no Injuries. One Speeding Ticket in over fifty years of Driving covering millions of Miles is also a Feat. Better yet I have always travelled over the speed limit. How can I do that without collecting Tickets? A Trucker once told me that traffic Cops will not write a ticket until you reach the magic number. If you don’t reach the magic number, it doesn’t cover Administrative Costs and is not worth writing the Ticket.

I am not going to Publish the Magic number, because if I do everyone will be Driving at the same speed as I do, creating Congestion. You have slow Congestion and fast congestion, both are the wrong way to Drive. Vehicles need to be Staggered, that’s how you Drive for fifty years with no Accidents. If you Live Day to Day each Day is a new Learning experience. I was having this same conversation with one of my Coworkers, from observing the way my other Coworkers perform their Jobs on a Daily basis. Over and again I tell him that the Labor Laws stipulates that before you can fire a new Employee, you have to give them ninety Days to learn the Job. My contention is, if you are clueless as to what the Job entails, you should not have taken the Job in the first place.

Furthermore if you are a quick learner, after the first week you should have a firm grip on what you are doing. It should not take ninety Days or three Hundred Days. When I came up with the Notion that I wanted to write Blogs about Safe Driving and having my own Website. I knew that I had the Driving Experience to speak Authoritatively on the Subject. However the the most Words that I have ever formulated were a five Hundred Words Essay in my High School English Literature Classes. Now here I was fifty years later wanting to write Blogs. When my Website Designer notified me that the Site was completed, he told me that I had ten Days to produce ten Blogs. He told me that you can’t Launch a Website with nothing on it.

Before setting Pen to Paper I went to the Library and got two Books on writing Blogs. At the end of ten Days ten Blogs were Posted on my New Website. It didn’t take me ninety Days to learn what Writing Blogs entails. Neither should anything you do in Life, if you apply yourself. Driving shouldn’t be any Different than learning your Job or developing a strong Relationship over a period of time. With that being said let’s move on to the Subject at hand, Driving. I understand that there are many among you who don’t like my Krass Style of talking about the way you Drive. Over the years I have learned that if you speak to People intelligently and they still play the Fool, you treat them as such. Usually I don’t Name the Characters I Write about. However Tom needs to know how I feel about his callous attitude towards Life.

For years I wanted to tell Tom that he was Stupid, when you tell the truth feelings get hurt and sometimes it starts a fight. Nonetheless I must tell you about Tom. I worked with Tom for years on Construction Projects, the only place that Safety is of the utmost concern than Construction Sites is Driving. He practiced safety on neither. I have never met  anyone else like Tom in my Lifetime. This Man was chronic Late for every occasions including Work. We took turn Driving our Cars to work, naturally some Days I am the Passenger. One Day on our way to Work, we were on this strip of Road straight through the Woods of Pennsylvania. The Road was posted 35 MPH, every half a Mile Signs were Posted, “watch for Deers” those Signs meant nothing to Tom.

We were Late as usual so he did 75 MPH the entire Strip. If a Herd of Deers had crossed our Path, I would not be writing this Blog. One Day we were working on a Roof, the Supervisor warned Tom about working Dangerously close to the Edge of the Roof repeatedly. It was as if the Supervisor was talking to a Rock. At Witt’s end the Supervisor told Tom that he was Dumber than a Bunch of Rocks. Labor Laws frowns on how Management talks to Employees. However the Boss was Dead to Right. Those of you who follow my Blog knows that I presently work for a County Justice System. The Building I work in is two Football Field Long. It houses over twenty Courtrooms. The third floor is mostly Traffic Court.

This Building Generates more money than a Wall Street Brokerage House. How so you say? Handing out Fines, sometimes in the Thousands of Dollars. Anywhere from People choosing to pay Fines than doing Jail Time to People caught Driving without Insurance. Yesterday I got off the Elevator on the third floor, there were no less than two Hundred People in the Hallway waiting to part with their hard earned Cash to some heavy Handed Judge. I say to myself ” Dumber than a Bunch of Rocks” remember me telling you about Administrative Costs, multiply three Hundred and fifty Dollars times two Hundred. That is why I never exceed twelve MPH above the speed Limit. I would rather go to the Casino and feed the one arm Bandits, than giving my Money to the Cash Cow of the County.

If you can’t get  Insurance or you can’t afford it, you can not Drive, and you are not supposed to be Driving, not even to the Corner Store. You think you can’t afford it or think you can skirt the Law you are so wrong. What you can’t afford is the Law Suit to recover Damages, while you are sitting in Jail. When you get out of Jail and your old job didn’t wait for you, your new Paychecks are Garnished to the max and there is a Levy on everything you own. That’s as close to Ruin that anyone wants to get. So why is my Home State of Florida Ranked in the top three States for Fatal Hit and Runs. The reason for So many Hit and Runs is that  many People are Driving with no Insurance and bad Licenses. This very week that I am writing this Blog, a Woman hit and Killed a five years old Child. She got out of her Car, looked at the Child’s lifeless Body, got back in her Car and took off. Did I mention Rocks. These are the People I share the Roadways with daily. Hit and Run Fatalities should not be Vehicular Manslaughter, just plain and simple Manslaughter, minimum Jail Time should be twenty five years.

Coming Home last Night prompted this Blog. As usual I like to be out front away from the congestion. At one point I approached three Cars travelling side by side at the same speed of forty five. They continued the Rock-like Mentality for over a Mile. As soon as I got my opening I punched it to sixty in a fifty MPH Zone. I distanced myself by two Miles. Wouldn’t you know it that two of these Lame Brains Raced each other at eighty MPH to catch up to me. One positioned his Car Parallel to mine the other half a carlength behind me. Once the Hazards situation developed I put on my Flasher, yet the Idiot stayed glued to my Bumper, Did I mention Dumber than a Bunch of Rocks. Now you have three Cars exceeding the Speed Limit in close quarters, a Recipe for disaster. That’s how they Drive in my Neck of the Woods Tampa USA. Once you pass them they develop an Attitude, now they have a point  to prove. That they are Dumber than a Bunch of Rocks. I would be a Liar if I said that Tampa Drivers are the Worst in the World. I see Plates down here from every other States including Canada, guess what they are all of the same Mindset, Rocks. That’s why we have an average of at least one Fatality each Week in a thirty Mile Radius. Albert Einstein said it Best ” The true Definition of a Fool is someone doing something the same way continuously, each time looking for different Results”. The way you Drive tells People that you “Ride” not just a Vehicle Operator, not just a Driver, Not just a Motorist. A Rider is pretty much like a Jedi Pilot in a Meteor Storm. No matter what they throw at you, you are ready and on the Cutting Edge.A Rider do does not put themselves in Harms Way, they sit back and watch you Burn yourself out. For instance, I am Driving on a Strip of Road, the Rain turned to Ice. Here I am passing a Junkyard of Cars who Skidded off the Road into the Berms, no less than a Hundred Cars. I made it to clear sailing out of the Ice Storm. What does that say about the Hundred I left behind, what does that say about my Driving, I didn’t have Snow Tires with Cleats. Baby I’m a “Rider”. Driving should be no Different than learning your Job, you shouldn’t need more than ninety Days to know what you are doing. The rest comes with practice. Most smart People practice safe sex, yet these same smart People don’t practice safe Driving. In conclusion, Drive to Live and save Lives, not like a Rock. Like anything else in Life settling for Mediocrity hinders Greatness.

Life, Safe Driving

Safe Driving / My Occupation

Anthony Dixon

Safe Driving USA / In Stereo

 

 

 

Safe Driving USA is a Dream of mine, where Everyone Drove like I do, never looking for an Accident or creating one, or making Life the Roll of a Die. When Traveling in Tight Quarters always be in a Pocket, not a Cluster, Staggering Traffic is something the Twenty First Century have not caught on to, I always Stagger the Traffic Formation by spacing Myself properly, instead of acting like I’m playing a Video Game, wound Tight. Show your fellow Drivers that you are Diligent and Skilled to the point of saving Lives, especially when traveling at high speeds. Remember that Roads were made to be Driven and Cars to be Handled safely and Responsibily. I buy myself Quality time when I get behind the wheel by being Diligently Skillful Faithfully. In turn I never have to worry about what you’re going do, whenever I am Driving I am always in defense Mode, better yet Jedi, because there are too many Wreckles Drivers on our Roadways. For Example, a Man and his wife Breaks down under a dark Underpass with a Blind Bend. She remains seated, he gets out and stand behind the Vehicle waving off one near miss after another. He was not far enough away from the Stalled Vehicle to avoid Calamity.

 

When I turn my Ignition my Wi-Fi is always live so my Music is only Dormant when the car is turned off. Music is an absolute must, considering that my Surround Sound is presented by Bose. I plan to keek this Car till it becomes an antique. In four Months this Car will be five Years old, I plan to start Rebuilding all Moveable Parts, and Suspension, preferably with my own two Hands. My Motivation is, several years ago I stood  six inches from a Car with four Hundred Thousand Miles on the Odometer and didn’t know that the Motor was running. With proper Maintenance they all can run like that. In twenty years this Car should not have a  Rattle, nothing to distract the Sounds coming from the Stereo System. Safe Driving is my Platform, so no matter whatever else I Write about I always come back to square one. Because I love Driving  and listening to Great Sounds.

 

listening to Music when I Drive keeps me Focused and not have to worry about you sending my Stereo System to the Repair Shop or the Junkyard. The Stereo system is so Pristine I believe that the rest of the Car was built around it. When I started Driving I went to the Junkyard every weekend to keep the Heaps I drove running. Now my Car ask me to Say a Command or whether I want to receive this text. I tell it to play my favorite Stations, Like Emerald say “Bam” and I’m in the Studio. This is what Driving is supposed to be, it’s an escape for me. It shouldn’t be a harrowing experience of dare devil performances. A lot of us gets behind the wheel and we get all Hyped up and we want to Drag Race.

 

 

One of my Neighbors killed himself and his two young Sons, his Wife has permanent Scars
The Driver of this Maserati killed himself and his two young Sons, his Wife severely injured.

 

 

People think that Drag Racing is always traveling at a high rate of speed, not so, traveling at forty five MPH for two miles not allowing the other car to pass you is Slow Drag. If I am in the lead and someone catches up to me while maxing the speed limit, I immediately back off, not backing off, I am now Drag Racing. The Car Manufacturers have got you in a Hype thinking that Driving is Zoom Zoom all the time, have you ever seen a Commercial that they don’t brag how nimble their car is. When I get behind the Wheel for my one Hour Commute I minimize the anxiety and Stress by Driving the way an Airline Pilot fly his Plane, between Takeoff and landing, no near misses. That gives me the opportunity to enjoy my Bose System for that one Hour of Madness we call the Commute.

 

 

I know that I am being Repetitious by telling you how bad the Drivers are in my Hometown of Tampa. There is not a Week that goes by without  Fatalities. The reason for that is very few People Drive as I do, not racing their Engines to find an Accident or creating one. I am not a Slow Poke, driving from Pennsylvania to Florida I usually arrive two or three Hours ahead of schedule. Make no mistake there is a time and place for running your Engine, the Commute is not the Place or time, it’s a time to Exercise Skills and patience and being Levelheaded. The way I look at it is, if I get into a Fender Bender or get a Ticket on my way to work ,in both cases I am losing time. If I get a Ticket I am working the Day for free and accumulating Points towards losing my License, My Mobility is Priceless.

 

 

In that case why would I go out there each and every Day on these congested Roadways driving like a Race Car Driver. Have you ever heard the saying ” every day the Bucket goes to the Well one day the bottom will fall out”. Driving like a Maniac every time you get behind the Wheel one day you will crash, the severity depends on your speed. I have been Driving for over fifty years and its like my Driving Instructor never let the passenger seat, his Words hauntingly reminds me. When you are Behind the Wheel ” leave your Idiosyncrasies and childish behavior behind” the Roadways are not the Place. Why would I not be the most Chilled Driver out there and hope my fellow Drivers catches on that we are not in a Race to the Death.

 

 

 

But instead we should appreciate the Technology immersed in these Death Traps. I am always Leary about Front End Crashes, knowing that short Circuits are my onboard Computer’s worst Enemy, that one Day it won’t prompt me to say a Command and my Surround Sound become disabled. Most Auto Enthusiasts are Enthusiastic about looks and Performance, me I am a Technocrat and Music Buff. Last Words if the Car you are Driving is ten years old, you are either a Collector or can’t afford a New one. If you destroy it you have to take the Bus, worse of all lose your Job. As the Song goes ” Eh Eh Eh I’m on Vacation every single Day cause I Love my Occupation”. For me Driving ten Hours a Week, five hundred miles per week with a Car that I am trying to keep Factory Fresh for the next twenty years is an Occupation and a Labor of 💘.

P.S.  For you Appreciate this Blog the Video is a Must watch, remember what the Author isn’t saying about this Video

Life, Motivation, Safe Driving

The Other Guy

Anthony Dixon

Roadside Grave

People don’t take my Safe Driving Blogs seriously, you know why? everyone is smitten by Complacency. Everyone is satisfied with their skill level even when it’s poor. Can you imagine a Surgeon or a Pilot with the same mindset. An Alcoholic could be laying on the Ground, yet you can’t tell him that there is a Problem, same with Bad Drivers, they live on a Wing and a Prayer. So the rest of us inherit the job of always looking out for them. I would rather speak on any other subject but It always come back home to safe Driving. The reason for that is I live in Tampa where there is an Epidemic of bad Drivers. The Statestics for three years ago is seven Million reported accidents, Fatalities are astronomical. While thinking about how insignificant life is to these People, my Mind reflected back to  Christmas  Eve 2007. We were working for Maui Corporation, the Company showed their appreciation by giving us a Christmas Party with Raffles, good Food Dancing and Festivities. We were having a good time, then in a flash the party was over, tragedy came by way of a Phone call. One of my Coworkers a young Husband and Father, got the very worst News. His Wife who was on her Way to the Christmas Party to show off the Baby ran off the Road and hit a Tree. The Infant and Mother were Ejected from the Vehicle, she didn’t Survive, the Lord looked out for the Baby. Do you still wonder why I picked such a hard Topic such as Safe Driving to always be Bellowing about. The Bad Accidents that I have seen is enough to scare me straight. What I am trying to do do is Graft my Driving Nightmares into you, So that every time you get behind the wheel you act as I do, Safety first always.

The World’s Greatest DaredevilThe World's Greatest Daredevil

Every time I get behind the Wheel, two things my Driving Instructor told me resonates in my Mind. Drive like you are the only one out there that knows what you are doing, free your Mind of all distractions including your childlike behaviors. I always check my Mirrors, I listen to the Motor for any sounds other than the Lifters ticking like a Timex, also the very first Squeeking from the Brakes, they gets replaced. When I shift from park the tug should be no more than a tap on the Shoulders, more than that You should have your Brakes and Transmission checked. That is the difference between a Vehicle Operator, a Driver and a Motorist. A Motorist knows the Vehicle’s Limitations. A Trucker will only call you a Driver if you put in long Hours behind the Wheel and Exercise the utmost of safety in handling of the Vehicle.

A Motorist goes one step further, he has respect for his Vehicle and the Lives around him, he operates his Vehicle safely every time he is behind the Wheel, no Deviation. Whether he is going to the Corner Store or Cross Country, Safety is always first and Foremost. August 2019 I used a couple of my Vacation Days to take a Road Trip from Florida to South Carolina. Remember what I said about Complacency, it is Written in the Stone composition of the Median Walls up and down I-95. I saw People who struggled with a fifteen minutes commute out there driving the same way they Drove back and forth to Work, in a mindless Trance doing 100MPH, or better. The Old Adage give them a Yard must have been written for Speed Limits. If it says forty five, sixty is the norm, so what about seventy.

I travel at Trucker’s speed no more than ten to twelve MPH Over the speed limit. Yet inexperienced young Drivers and old Fools were blowing my Doors off like I was standing still. At 100MPH if a Mishap occurs there are few counter measures that can save your Life before you hit that Median Wall, where  Complacency and recklessness lands  you. The same Complacency that you never try to improve since the first Day you Drove without an Instructor in the Passenger Seat. If the DMV Employee who passed you had secretly placed a Dash cam in the Vehicle for twenty four Hours to see how you actually Drove, a Drivers License would never have be issued to you. The only reason he issued one to you is, for that half an Hour he observed you during the Road Test, you exhibited the basic skills necessary for the operation of a Vehicle.

Noticed the word Operation, that makes you a Vehicle Operator, not a Driver. It takes years of safe operation of a Vehicle before you become a Driver and many years of Contentious Safe Driving before you are considered a Motorist. So why does the majority of Operators think that they are Racecar Drivers until they drive themselves smack into that Median, the same one that Complacency never showed them. Or do 120 to catch up to me, then sit in my Blind Spot until I change Lanes unwittingly that you are there, and we both Roll and burst in Flames. I have been Driving for over fifty years and had one Roll over, a Commercial Truck that I intentionally Rolled to save Lives. On my way to Deliver Building Materials to a Construction Jobsite at the top of a ninety Degree hill climb, the Truck made it to the top grudgingly. On the way back down the first time I applied the Brakes I realized that this was going to be a Ride from Hell. The Truck was equipped with Air Brakes that wasn’t working.

As soon as I realized that the Compressor wasn’t working I started pumping the Brakes frantically, to no avail.  I then dug deep into my bag of Skills, first I hit a Medium Sized Tree to slow me down, that didn’t work, I took the Tree from its Roots and kept going. I knew that I had to stop the Truck before I made it to the foot of the Hill where a busy Intersection awaits. I deliberately slammed into the high Dirt Mound to further slow the Vehicle down, it worked. Approaching the Intersection the Brakes had further deteriorated from no Air being supplied to the Tank. My last and only resort from causing Calamities at the Intersection was to crash through a Fence into someone’s Yard and Flip the Truck. It came to a stop on it’s side ten feet from the House, a ten years old Child watched it all from the Window that the Truck was heading for. This is why I write Blogs about safe Driving, to let you know that even Dale Earnhardt can run into situations behind the Wheel That can and will take your Life. Knowing that, why would I ever in fifty years of Driving in all kinds of Weather treat my Driving Skills with Complacency. Every time I get behind the Wheel is a new opportunity to sharpen my Driving Skills and not to act like an eighteen years old spoiled rotten Kid. If there is only one thing that I have Learned in sixty seven years of living is, with Complacency there is no Motivation to Excel.

Two years out of High School my second Job was working in the Mailroom of US Plywood Corporate Office. Back then USP was a Major Conglomerate, it was one of those Companies where you could start in the Mailroom and work your way to the Top. It was there that I met Charlie, he left an Impression on me for the rest of my Life. He stayed in the same Job in the Mailroom for twenty five years, that’s Complacency. To be that way with Driving not wanting to be good enough to save Lives is Negligent. Knowing that your Number one Objective when Driving is to always be looking out for the other Guy. Not you becoming the Other Guy. About a Month ago on the Main Strip to my House I noticed about ten Police Vehicles, also First Responders including the Ambulance that was in no Hurry to depart. I Video Recorded the Scene, it Captured an Adult Tricycle totally Mangled, in a 45 MPH Zone. Six months Earlier fifty feet further a Woman was ran over And Killed. Like Pac said can you see me now, that’s not what Driving is about, showing me that you are Chic burning up the Blacktop. My Car does 170 easy, two weeks ago I ran the Engine up to 89 MPH going over one of Florida’s long Bridges for the first time in four years of Ownership. Using the same Bridge to go Home Eleven at Night 100 is done every other fifty Cars, at least one an Hour, I call them Bridge Jumpers, if a Tire blows while he is passing me, my Wife gets the Phone call. Now you see me now you don’t, that is the childlike mentality I deal with daily, oftentimes the outcomes are Catastrophic. This is why you need to be good out there, being able to save Lives, even yours. Always watching out for the Other Guy, don’t become the Other Guy.

Life

Every Picture Tells a Story

Anthony Dixon

Bad Drivers are like Alcoholics, they are obviously to the Problem, until it’s too Late. Sometimes they are one and the same. Roadside Graves are a Stark reminder for me that they are out there, that I should always be on the lookout. Never give them the benefit of the Doubt, always expect them to do the wrong things all the time and you will live Longer. Eleven P.M. on a weekday Night, I approached the Intersection, the Light was Red. I am in the Left Lane , there were two Cars to my right. The Light turned Green, I didn’t make it to the other side of Intersection , not even ten feet before the Car to my Right cut me off abruptly to be in my Lane. There were no one in front of us, it was open Road. In my Neck of the Woods bad Driving is an Epidemic someone loose their Lives Daily.

During that same Week I came upon an Accident Scene the Place was Littered with Police Vehicles and First Responders. As I came Parallel to the Ambulance that was in no hurry to Leave I saw a Mangled Bicycle. Within this quarter Mile Strech within two years ten People have lost their Lives, Pedestrians including. The Roadside Graves mean nothing to these Overzealous Maniacs. I Drove in NY and Pennsylvania for fifty Years, moved to the Tampa Area five Years ago. Since then there have been over two Million reported Accidents in this small area. The Death Scenes are Astronomical, so are the Injuries. The Attorneys specialize in Auto Accidents and Grow Fat. Thanks to the Mindless operations of the Automobile. Everyone thinks they are Cute, eighteen to eighty.

Worse of all they have an Attitude. Every time I think that I am going to stop writing about Safe Driving, because like Alcoholics don’t think that they have a Problem,  Bad Drivers don’t think there is a Problem with their Driving. Everyday I encounter another Bobblehead thinking that they are cool, I see Mercedes Benz Trashed and an Army of First Responders. The Pictures are Haunting, all within a twenty Miles Radius of Pinellas and Pasco Counties. When I moved to Pasco County my Insurance Jumped. There is a Star on my Drivers License, indicating that I am a Safe Driver. Yet I am paying more to Live in Pasco because of its Accident History. That doesn’t ring a Bell to the People I share the Road with Everyday. Everyday I make the fifty Miles Roundtrip and back my Car into my Driveway, I give God Thanks for surving one more Day.

I consider Driving more important than my Job. I can always get another Job, not the same with Life, or living the rest of it a Crippled with Hidious Scars. The Thought of killing someone with my Car Nauseates me and keeps me Focused and Adept. So whenever I consider to stop writing Blogs about Safe Driving I become Resolute to be the Vanguard warning young Drivers not to Drive like their Parents, they do not have a Handle on this Driving Business and their Attitudes are far to Gregarious to Emulate. They say there is a Fool Born Everyday, please don’t Join the Ranks, be Different. The Bible says ” a Child shall show them the Way” be that Child. Everyday should be a Learning Experience, Eyes wide open and you still don’t see.

From Day one I got behind the Wheel without a Driving Instructor sitting next to me, it’s been Lights Action Camera. I have been on this Nightmare Stage for over fifty years, sad part is the other Players don’t get any Better. They perform in an Oblivious manner until someone and their Bicycle is Wedged in their Wheelwell. Every Picture Tells a Story don’t it. I think that if someone was Negligent to cause their own Death I would surrender my Licence. My Coworker was a bad Driver, always Speeding with a point to prove. When he scattered a Pedestrian Brains over Queens Boulevard, he continued Driving as he had always done, it was her fault for Crossing in the middle of the Block he Thought. The Driver who Killed the Infant in a Stroller and Mangled his Brother and Mother thought the same. It appears that I am the only one who watches the News in Tampa, they are all an Accident waiting to happen, just like a Junkie or an Alcoholic, they don’t see the Imminent Danger, they all Drive like  Racecar Drivers on our Congested Roads, and so another poor soul will not make it home to their Loved ones. All because of your lack of Thoughtfulness and bad Judgement. I know that my Safe Driving Blogs are Graphic and my Words aren’t Sugar Coated, welcome to Reality Blog. I am not doing this for Likes and Pleasant Comments, I am here to stir Awareness to Bad Drivers in hope to change just one and save just one Life. Baby I am a Rider, doing it for fifty Years.

This is Rush Hour on Ulmerton Road