Another Day, Another Complaint
Today's ranting complaint is brought to you by the letters S, U, N, D, A, Y and D, R, I, V, E, R.

I rode my motorcycle to work yesterday because I had a few stops along the way, the courthouse and the doctor's appointment for P's ultrasound. Usually that's not a problem as I live pretty close by and can get home quickly enough. But I had the misfortune to get stuck behind someone who pokes along at somewhere between half and a third of the posted speed limit.

Yes, they were going between 10 and 15 miles an hour on a road posted for 30. Were the stupid? Were they just some ancient people just barely able to see the road through the arc between the top of the steering wheel and the dashboard? Were they mentally defective knobs who took the license test on a lark and passed?

I don't know and I couldn't care in the least. Speed limits are posted for a reason, they get people where they are going without undue danger. But I would postulate that just as many accidents and likely far more road rage incidents take place because of some asshole tootling along like they are in some one car parade.

I've no problem with people cruising a little bit under the limit, that's alright because at least you're moving along reasonably well. But ten miles an hour on a main road? Sorry but that's just fucking retarded. Luckily, there are passing lanes on Seabright Ave. and I ripped past this idiot at about 60 miles an hour, I should have gone by more slowly so I could flip them off to let them know what annoying wankers they were. The driver wasn't old, wasn't retarded (at least they weren't drooling and obviously of single digit IQ) and really had no excuse. They weren't even doing that stupid slow driving sight seeing crap that tourists pull all the time here where they cruise along pointing out all the sights to their passengers. He was just an unbelievably slow ass driver with absolutely no sense of the fact that his driving drives other people to murderous rages.

Any of you out there who drive under the limit regularly, you're not helping anything, you're causing traffic to back up, you're making people wish you would keel over and die, you're infuriating people that have places to go, you're a rolling road hazard and I would love, truly love, to see the cops pull you over for driving too freaking slow.

Okay, there now, that feels soooo much better. Maybe the fact that I rode my bike into work today helped even though its gonna rain like mad here later.

Oh wait, anger rising again, anger reaching furious boil over killing spree point. We've got Mr. Health Insurance Rep coming in today to try and justify their outrageous prices and the pending 20% price increase for coverage. I won't get into it here yet but the skinny is that they want to take more than 10% of my take home pay for coverage for both me and P. Add the baby in there and we're looking at nearly a quarter of my take home pay for some crappy coverage. I hate the fucking insurance scam industry! But I'm sure I'll be revisiting this topic soon and we are starting a letter of complaint to be sent to anyone and everyone in public office to address this issue.