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	<title>Comments on: Damn horn isn&#8217;t loud enough</title>
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		<title>By: Mel B</title>
		<link>http://sodsbrood.com/dreams/2005/03/31/damn_horn_isn_t_loud_enough/#comment-499</link>
		<dc:creator>Mel B</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2005 14:21:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I had to have the horn fixed in my old Saturn, but it was still under warranty, I think, so I didn't get a chance to get it upgraded to one that sounded like business. 

If people can't drive on the freeway, they shouldn't drive on the highway. Geeze.
I'm amused by the driving in central California. Southern Cali driving is just scary, but up here, people don't have to drive as fast. A lot are farmers. A lot don't give a fuck. 
So you have two to three lanes of freeway traffic where the fastest car is usually weaving in and out of cars going 60-65 miles an hour. 
There was this guy in a red camaro driving 65, tops, in the lefthand lane. I smoked him.
Should've been ashamed. I can understand driving slower in a red camaro because you're a target for the cops. But drive in the middle or right lane if you're going to go that slow, that's all I'm saying.
And you do have people driving 50 on the freeway, in light traffic.
I don't understand!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had to have the horn fixed in my old Saturn, but it was still under warranty, I think, so I didn&#8217;t get a chance to get it upgraded to one that sounded like business. </p>
<p>If people can&#8217;t drive on the freeway, they shouldn&#8217;t drive on the highway. Geeze.<br />
I&#8217;m amused by the driving in central California. Southern Cali driving is just scary, but up here, people don&#8217;t have to drive as fast. A lot are farmers. A lot don&#8217;t give a fuck.<br />
So you have two to three lanes of freeway traffic where the fastest car is usually weaving in and out of cars going 60-65 miles an hour.<br />
There was this guy in a red camaro driving 65, tops, in the lefthand lane. I smoked him.<br />
Should&#8217;ve been ashamed. I can understand driving slower in a red camaro because you&#8217;re a target for the cops. But drive in the middle or right lane if you&#8217;re going to go that slow, that&#8217;s all I&#8217;m saying.<br />
And you do have people driving 50 on the freeway, in light traffic.<br />
I don&#8217;t understand!</p>
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		<title>By: Matthew</title>
		<link>http://sodsbrood.com/dreams/2005/03/31/damn_horn_isn_t_loud_enough/#comment-498</link>
		<dc:creator>Matthew</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2005 09:24:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You can always have you horn upgraded.  In college, the horn on my old Toyota Tercel went kaplooey, and I had the garage replace it with a much better horn.  It sounded like a pickup truck horn, very blatting.  I'm not sure people realized that sound was coming from my little car, though.  It wasn't too expensive to replace.  I had a lot of fun with that horn.

I agree with Dawn about the machine gun, but I'd go a step further and choose a TOW missle launcher mounted on my vehicle.  You could have your passenger stand in the sun roof and send a nice anti-tank missle up the tailpipe of that slow driver in front of you.  Chances are, it would also blow the blasted remains of their asshole idiot vehicle completely off the road as well.

I had someone almost kill me the other day.  I was travelling up an Interstate entrance ramp and the person in front of me was so afraid of traffic on the Interstate, they slowed down to the point that safe merging for all of us behind them was impossible.  I ended up cutting off a tractor and trailer in order to get over.  Meanwhile, the asshole idiot who almost got me squashed was driving down the shoulder because they were too timid to get their vehicle up to speed. </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You can always have you horn upgraded.  In college, the horn on my old Toyota Tercel went kaplooey, and I had the garage replace it with a much better horn.  It sounded like a pickup truck horn, very blatting.  I&#8217;m not sure people realized that sound was coming from my little car, though.  It wasn&#8217;t too expensive to replace.  I had a lot of fun with that horn.</p>
<p>I agree with Dawn about the machine gun, but I&#8217;d go a step further and choose a TOW missle launcher mounted on my vehicle.  You could have your passenger stand in the sun roof and send a nice anti-tank missle up the tailpipe of that slow driver in front of you.  Chances are, it would also blow the blasted remains of their asshole idiot vehicle completely off the road as well.</p>
<p>I had someone almost kill me the other day.  I was travelling up an Interstate entrance ramp and the person in front of me was so afraid of traffic on the Interstate, they slowed down to the point that safe merging for all of us behind them was impossible.  I ended up cutting off a tractor and trailer in order to get over.  Meanwhile, the asshole idiot who almost got me squashed was driving down the shoulder because they were too timid to get their vehicle up to speed.</p>
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		<title>By: Mel B</title>
		<link>http://sodsbrood.com/dreams/2005/03/31/damn_horn_isn_t_loud_enough/#comment-497</link>
		<dc:creator>Mel B</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Apr 2005 23:48:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That is shockingly rude, but you handled it well. 
It reminds me of something that happened to me at Yosemite a couple of weeks ago. This man moved in front of me in a very long line winding through the store to put some things on the counter (four or five puddings and some other stuff), I thought, because they were unwieldly or heavy, so I smiled at him slightly, and stood aside. He thought I was inviting him in line. Or perhaps not. He kept looking back at me. He was very squirrely and jumpy. He kept picking putting his things on the counter, and then picking them up again. I don't remember if he smelled like cigarette smoke, but he definitely had to be a smoker. And very wiry. 
He separated me from my two friends, too. 
They noticed, of course, but there was nothing they could do. Then he left line with an exclamation, so I moved up in line, and he came back and forced his way back in, looking back at me. Which was hard to do, because the old man behind me moved up too. 
I was highly irritated, and I could tell the guy was kind of challenging me, and he kept looking at me as if waiting for me to say something.
I don't like to be rude. I almost always reserve my public rudeness to people I know (and only then in jest), or to driving, so there's less eye-to-eye confrontation.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That is shockingly rude, but you handled it well.<br />
It reminds me of something that happened to me at Yosemite a couple of weeks ago. This man moved in front of me in a very long line winding through the store to put some things on the counter (four or five puddings and some other stuff), I thought, because they were unwieldly or heavy, so I smiled at him slightly, and stood aside. He thought I was inviting him in line. Or perhaps not. He kept looking back at me. He was very squirrely and jumpy. He kept picking putting his things on the counter, and then picking them up again. I don&#8217;t remember if he smelled like cigarette smoke, but he definitely had to be a smoker. And very wiry.<br />
He separated me from my two friends, too.<br />
They noticed, of course, but there was nothing they could do. Then he left line with an exclamation, so I moved up in line, and he came back and forced his way back in, looking back at me. Which was hard to do, because the old man behind me moved up too.<br />
I was highly irritated, and I could tell the guy was kind of challenging me, and he kept looking at me as if waiting for me to say something.<br />
I don&#8217;t like to be rude. I almost always reserve my public rudeness to people I know (and only then in jest), or to driving, so there&#8217;s less eye-to-eye confrontation.</p>
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		<title>By: wadulisi/ melissa</title>
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		<dc:creator>wadulisi/ melissa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Apr 2005 10:43:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You remind me of an incident yesterday while buying some groceries. I approached a short line for checkout with my meager basket of items hanging from my arm.  And just as I neared the end of the queue (?), a woman appeared, pushing her cart between me and the counter.  A bit shocked, having not encountered such outright rudeness so far in Be, I gasped out loud and complimented her, 'Wow! That's impressive." Turning on my heel, I headed to another line nearby.  The cashier in the woman's line caught my eye, with a knowing look.  A moment later, my cashier started talking to me in Flemish .  After I admitted that I didn't know Flemish, she commented on the incident.  I smiled and said, "Well, I believe in karma." (which is kinda true)

In such moments, I think how awful it must be to be that kind of person, whether full of anger all the time, or so miserable that in small moments kindness is impossible.  Ugh.  I try not to be that type, but I do honk horns when appropriate :).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You remind me of an incident yesterday while buying some groceries. I approached a short line for checkout with my meager basket of items hanging from my arm.  And just as I neared the end of the queue (?), a woman appeared, pushing her cart between me and the counter.  A bit shocked, having not encountered such outright rudeness so far in Be, I gasped out loud and complimented her, &#8216;Wow! That&#8217;s impressive.&#8221; Turning on my heel, I headed to another line nearby.  The cashier in the woman&#8217;s line caught my eye, with a knowing look.  A moment later, my cashier started talking to me in Flemish .  After I admitted that I didn&#8217;t know Flemish, she commented on the incident.  I smiled and said, &#8220;Well, I believe in karma.&#8221; (which is kinda true)</p>
<p>In such moments, I think how awful it must be to be that kind of person, whether full of anger all the time, or so miserable that in small moments kindness is impossible.  Ugh.  I try not to be that type, but I do honk horns when appropriate :).</p>
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		<title>By: Mel B</title>
		<link>http://sodsbrood.com/dreams/2005/03/31/damn_horn_isn_t_loud_enough/#comment-495</link>
		<dc:creator>Mel B</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2005 08:14:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That's funny. </description>
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