It’s the same guy!
Everyone wants to say fuck cars but no one wants to be a civil engineer or whatever and build the public transport that would replace cars. So everyone in this thread should sit down unless they have real solutions. Listen, I hate cars and driving too, but I’m not taking 3 trains into town, totalling 3 hours. That’s not reasonable for a commute.
I fucking love cars.
I also want to be able to not be FORCED to drive one day in day out. I want a robust public transport network, a robust electric car network and a reasonable ownership proposal for limited ICE engines in enthusast cars.
This isn’t and unsolvable problem. There are cities that have working public transport and commute is reasonable.
On the other hand, you have to put a gun on my head to make me work that far from my home (im assuming, something like an hour worth of car travel?)
Get rid of your car. Problem solved.
Replaced with what? There’s no infrastructure here.
The old dude driving slow in the morning probably doesn’t want himself to be driving at rush hour, either. Maybe if we had some kind of system where professionals planned and implemented a ride sharing systems, perhaps with planned routes and really big cars that lots of people could sit in? Maybe we even put it on rails so it uses less energy while moving?
I don’t have any problem with someone driving under the speed limit as long its within the legal amount. My problem is buttplugs. Buttplugs are creatures who crawl up someones ass and refuse to pass. They prevent the people behind them from legally passing and just sit there for mile after mile.
A mutation of the buttplug is the plugipede. Where you have mulitple buttplugs all up each others ass and content to follow one another at less than two car lengths apart.
I never blame the guy going five under at the front.
I just retired, and my wife still complains that I drive too fast. I’m joining a gym next week and getting back into writing and fermenting, and so won’t have much time to annoy Frank Freeway during his commute from hell.
I think we’re all shocked you’re not already retired, Mickey. ;)
Always interesting on social media sites trying to guess if the poster is male/female and how old
It’s tractors and some guy regularly riding a horse and cart round my way.
Lmao sounds like where I grew up in Mississippi. Farmers everywhere, but quite a few Mennonites and Amish too
Used to
Retire? Fucking hilarious!
I have never commuted by car, but I plan to get a car when I retire so I can drive around in the mornings.
It’s even worse on public transport. At least where I live. They have the whole day available but decide to use the buses between 7 and 9 in the morning and 15-17 afternoon when most people go to/from work/school
Major “Main Character Syndrome” vibes. Other people have their own lives and their own reasons, ya know?
Is it though? I am not saying they are not allowed to use them or anything. I just wonder why they use them when everyone else does as well. I have taken buses outside those times and not many retirees or old people take them. If I had the whole day I would probably not take the most crowded bus and take the one that is almost empty.
Strike up a conversation and find out how their day is going. Maybe you’ll get the answers you seek.
Have you considersd that they may still be working due to poor wages and a lack of social safety nets?
Nope. Because they would not have the free red ticket for retired people
Sure, but if they’re boomers and still couldn’t make it, I’m not sure what the issue was. The generation that took everything and then pulled the ladder up behind them should be stable in the modern day.
I’m really not trying to be an asshole here, but my experience with this is my girlfriend’s dad. A boomer who lives in his car. He lost his six figure job in the late 90s and then did nothing. He made no effort. He was a horrible father. My girlfriend’s mother died and he STILL never picked his life back up. And now he’s just become a nuisance in our lives. I have absolutely no sympathy for people like that.
Whereas my parents, also boomers of the same age, are retired and looking at finding their final home. All you had to do was keep doing what you’re doing.
Whereas us, now, that’s not good enough, anymore.
It is very hard for me for feel sympathy for the generation that got everything, when my friends and I are struggling to exist, and with decent jobs.
