I was idling in T-Hoe at the stoplight on Saturday afternoon, when a sight at the Gas Station Chicken Store set my blood to simmering. SIDE-BY-SIDES! Those little vehicles without sides and proper doors, which people seem to think are the same thing as cars. Oh, it was not just a couple. There were 7 of them. Some had a person sitting inside.
Well. I thought about just driving through the lot and coming back later. No doubt several folks from each vehicle were inside. Probably using the bathrooms. Getting a soda or snack. Four SxSs were at the gas pumps, so they'd be paying. Have I mentioned that the Gas Station Chicken Store is small? With only three aisles? And that I get a bit of claustrophobia when it's crowded? I think I have.
Since my rightful handicap space was open, I parked. I watched in T-Hoe's mirror as several people came out. A couple of the SxSs moved over by the moat. They were all waiting for each other. I got out and started inside. Lucky for me, the last of the SxS passengers had left. The radios were blaring, each on a different station. That's another thing about SxSs: their music escapes.
Anyhoo... I'm sure they're perfectly nice enough people. And entitled to their Saturday afternoon group excursion. I just don't think their sporty vehicles should enjoy the same road privileges as a regular vehicle. This belief was enforced later, when I was waiting at the other side of the stoplight on the way home, and counted 25 SxSx go through. Must have been some kind of organized festival. ONE of the SxSs ran the red light! Just like a regular vehicle.
I sure don't want my trip home delayed because first responders have to mop up brains on the roadway. Another reason for my dislike of SxSs.
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