I’m not entirely sure what it was today but the Bad Driving Brigade was out in full force.  They behaved reasonably well on the way in but on the way home all bets were off.

Pennsylvania has a new sport: light jumping.  I’m not exactly sure that’s what it’s called but if you’re stopped at a light which turns green and the person opposite you cuts you off by making a turn right in front of you, that’s what I call light jumping.  Our state is very enthusiastic about this new sport, perhaps because it’s being considered for the 2013 Olympics in Camden, New Jersey.  Perhaps it’s just the excitement of having a new hobby; I don’t know.

So I was minding my own business at the red light when I noticed the gentleman opposite me was moving forward.   Oh great, I thought, another light jumper practicing his moves.  Apparently he hasn’t had any excitement amidships and hasn’t had anything to play with all day so he decided to do it with his car instead.

By the time the light turned green, Mr Idiot was almost halfway into the intersection.  I moved forward and indicated my greeting to him in a sort of mono-fingered manner and immediately noticed that his protege, driving the car in back of him, was up to this same trick.  This alleged driver cut me off also.   I had the light and the bigger car, giving me the right of way.

It’s times like these that make me nostalgic for the Old Days of the Philly police, when they always carried a rubber hose (because it doesn’t leave any marks).

I thought I had seen it all at that point.   Naturally I was wrong.

Coming from the opposite side of the road, up a hill and around some ugly twists, was another prospective Andretti Knievel, but this one brought his own unique style to the mix:  all I can see are two hands sticking out of the window, brushing crumbs off each other.  Now if both hands were out the window, what was he steering with???