Bad Driving thread

The_Librarian said:
I think I can remember something that they extended the deadline by a few months.

edit : can you imagine the chaos had they decided to do the switchover post-COVID? :D :D :D :D
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Maybe I'm a little sour cause I just got back from the DLTC to Renew my Drivers.
Yeesh what a mission to book online - found a spot by being awake at 3 AM a few weeks back.

The_Librarian said:
Probably got pulled off recently and got a nice love letter from a pissed-off spiedie...
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Lol cop probably too young to even know Licenses were in ID books


Edit:Wait a minute ID books won't exist anymore- I think this year is the deadline (well for those of us born here at least)
 
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isie said:
Maybe I'm a little sour cause I just got back from the DLTC to Renew my Drivers.
Yeesh what a mission to book online - found a spot by being awake at 3 AM a few weeks back.



Lol cop probably too young to even know Licenses were in ID books


Edit:Wait a minute ID books won't exist anymore- I think this year is the deadline (well for those of us born here at least)
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How long did it take to complete the renewal?

I have to renew my License now. Problem is that I cannot find my ID book anywhere after the water damage in my house last year. Do they want the original ID or will a copy suffice?

TIA
 
JSparrow said:
How long did it take to complete the renewal?

I have to renew my License now. Problem is that I cannot find my ID book anywhere after the water damage in my house last year. Do they want the original ID or will a copy suffice?

TIA
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Actual process was quick - like under 10 minutes including waiting in the queue. It took me longer to pay for the Damn thing I waited in that queue for over an hour! :mad:
They asked for my ID and a copy - just looked at the original it to confirm and kept the copy - so depends on who you get - I was going to suggest you get your ID first but i hear the online system is a not working currently?
 
isie said:
Was he in a coma between 1998 -2003?
Because the conversion deadline was all over the media at the time- IIRC it was extended by a few months as well.
so no he needs to apply to do her Learners and once he passes that apply to do his drivers licence again.

How in the holy hell as he not had to produce a license in the last 7+ years
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He was not in the country for a long time maybe like 21 years away
 

Doesn't bother to check for traffic from the right, just goes right through a yield sign.
At least he did apologise...
 

This guy decided to change lanes after I'd already merged, he didn't bother to check or indicate that he was changing lanes.
 
isie said:
Maybe I'm a little sour cause I just got back from the DLTC to Renew my Drivers.
Yeesh what a mission to book online - found a spot by being awake at 3 AM a few weeks back.



Lol cop probably too young to even know Licenses were in ID books


Edit:Wait a minute ID books won't exist anymore- I think this year is the deadline (well for those of us born here at least)
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Deadline for what?
 
From Reddit :

****I'm not sure this strictly could be called Malicious Compliance, but it seems to fit (if not, please let me know and I'll post it elsewhere).

Also, I'm going to be deliberately vague about places and exact dates, for reasons that will be apparent shortly.

Any and all dialog is to the best of my memory (and probably sounds a lot cleverer than it really was, but isn't that always how one remembers these things?).

Background: This was back in the 1990s. I'd recently been medically retired from the military and was attending college in Texas. My wife was working in her chosen field while I did my level best to decide what I wanted to do with the rest of my life.

Anyway, one day I left the campus, going around the backside to avoid the traffic. I was heading over to pick my wife up for lunch and ended up sitting behind another car at a stop sign.

The car in front of me was a brand new Chevy, one of their little sexy models (the actual trade name escapes me at the moment) in candy apple red, being driven by a fairly new blonde, also a little sexy model (whose name will also slip by unuttered).

I sat, an old sailor in an old pickup, just listening to the radio and thinking about lunch, when the Chevy drove into the intersection ... and then stopped.I didn't think anything of it, so I hadn't done more than put my hand on the gear shift in preparation of pulling up, when suddenly, with a suitable squeal of tire, the Chevy shot back at me!

I slapped the shift into reverse but was too late. The little Chevy smashed into the front of my truck doing around 25/30 mph. After a second, I cut my engine, got out of the cab, and walked around to the front of my truck.

The good news was that I could see that I wasn't going to have to worry about that loose belt squeal anymore. The bad news is that the front of my little pickup was pretty much totaled. Grill drove back into radiator, water all over the pavement, headlights smashed ... I bent down and noted that there seemed to be oil leaking as well.

With a sigh of total incomprehension, I walked further up to the passenger door of the little red Chevy and its blonde driver. I was pissed, but not enraged. I guess I was still trying to figure out exactly what had happened and why she'd ended up stopping in mid-turn and put it in reverse like that. I looked through the tinted window and she was on the phone, talking agitatedly to someone.With all the cell phone silliness I'd seen since leaving the military, seeing her yapping on one really didn't surprise me ... although, had I thought about it, I should have wondered who - exactly - she was calling. Instead, I tapped on the window and she turned a bland face to me ... then screamed into the phone, loud enough to penetrate the glass, "OH MY GAWD, HE'S GOT A TIRE IRON!!"

Naturally, I spun around and looked behind me ... then the nickel dropped. I turned in a slow circle and noted that there were no businesses, houses, or apartments in view, nor was anyone on the sidewalks or walking down the roads. For that matter, the only traffic was several blocks away in any direction.

Her little car was sitting at the stop sign, almost exactly where it had been when I pulled in behind her! I stepped back and looked at our vehicles ... yup, it looked for all the world as if I'd rear-ended her!

Damn! The little bitch had set me up!! I quickly walked back to my truck, thinking as fast as I could. Any minute now, a police car was going to show up, called by the little blonde, expecting to find a crazed man with a tire iron ... and I dearly needed to not be that man.

I pulled my tire iron out from behind my seat and threw it as far as I could into the nearby field, then jumped into my truck.

It was a slim chance, but it was the only hope I had.

I made sure the truck was in reverse, then belted myself in, slammed my face into the steering wheel, opened my door (and heard sirens not too far away), and half slumped out the open door at an uncomfortable angle.

I went limp just as the police car screeched to a halt.I ignored the policeman screaming at me to get out of the truck, trusting that my limp body would not move him to open fire. He finally edged his way over, noticed the bloody nose, tugged at an eyelid (I made sure my eye was well rolled up), and let me drop back into position.

I stayed limp while he checked on the blond, who was near hysterical with fright over the lunatic with the tire iron ...Until she saw me, that is.

I'd hoped that her rearview mirror was as off as it looked, or that she'd be too involved with concocting her own story to notice what I was doing. At seeing my body hanging limply below the driver's door of my truck, she stammered to a halt.

A second set of sirens had been getting closer and the policeman told the now silent blonde to stay in her car.

A few seconds later, someone cut me out of my seatbelt and laid me on the ground. A competent set of hands checked my vitals, and, within a few seconds, a harsh and demanding smell flooded my clotting nose. I fought it for a few seconds and made a pretty good display of a man coming around after having been knocked out. I immediately made to throw myself to the side ... and stopped, half being restrained and half staring wildly around to see what had happened.

The medic sat back when I sat up, looked at the front end of my truck, and moaned, “What the **** did that idiot do to my truck!?!" He told me to lie back down and started asking me professional questions about where I hurt and could I feel my toes and all that crap. Every few seconds, I'd look back at the wreck and mutter about the idiot backing up like that, and what the hell had he been smoking ... little bits of angry stuff.

The policeman, having gotten the blonde's statement, walked over and asked me if I felt up to talking. I said I felt fine, just a little sore. The medic okayed it and helped me to my feet. I gave the officer my license and proof of insurance and included my retired military ID card, then sat on my front seat and, as if I just noticed it, asked what had happened to my seat belt? He explained that I had to be cut out of it and I shrugged."Just another item for his insurance company to pay for, I guess ... what the hell was his story, Officer? Why did he back up that way?!"The policeman looked sharply at me and asked me what I meant. I described exactly what had happened but concealing the fact that I knew that it was a female driving the Chevy and kept referring to her as ‘him’. After I got done and he'd finished writing it all down, he asked if I had any proof?

"Proof? What do you mean, proof?" I frowned at him ... then let my jaw drop a bit. "Hey, waitaminute! You ain't telling me that guy ... that idiot is saying that I did this, are you?!?"He admitted that the other driver's story was that I'd read ended her - not him - and then threatened her with a tire iron. I frowned again and informed him that I didn't have a tire iron, that it was sitting in the garage of my house, a couple of hours away.

I moved aside as he searched the cab of my truck ... and caught a lucky break when he noticed, without my having to point it out to him, that my truck was still in reverse.

He got out of my cab, frowning, then asked me to stay where I was and walked up to the Chevy. He then asked the blonde to step out of her car and, when she'd done so, leaned into the open driver-side door. After a few seconds, he stood back up and asked the girl to repeat her statement of what happened.It was a marvelously teary bit of acting, but she almost blew it by being somewhat puzzled when he didn't react. Instead, he asked her to go on and describe everything that had happened after the accident and everything she'd done then. She backed down from the tire iron story, saying that it might have simply been a reflection on her window, but insisting that I'd at least beaten on her window and that I'd simply been putting on an act for their benefit.

The policeman looked over at the medic, who slowly shook his head. (Years of doing Search and Rescue might not have done much good for me, physically, but I sure as hell know what an unconscious man acts like!) The policeman then asked her if she'd tried to drive away or had she immediately shut off her engine. She said that the engine had died and, no matter what lies I'd said, that she'd never tried to leave the scene of the accident!

The policeman nodded once and asked the medic to step over. He then asked the medic to sit in the Chevy and confirm that it was in reverse. (I love smart people!! I didn't even have to suggest he check!)

When I last saw the little blonde, she was honestly crying. She was also handcuffed and being driven away, arrested for making a false police report, some legal mumbo-jumbo about trying to run a con, and - my favorite part - assault and battery. Once she'd realized that she'd blown it, about the same instant she was handcuffed, she started weeping and explaining that she didn't have the money for the payments on the car, and that her only option was to fake an accident, but that I'd been faking, too, and hadn't been injured ... you gotta believe me! She wouldn't lie about that!!
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I signed my name to an almost letter-perfect statement of events over at the police station, being careful to never mention in my own statement about how my nose got banged up, or how I’d ended up unconscious and hanging out of the door. The arresting officer's report, as well as the EMT's, had already noted that it appeared that I'd either been partially ejected by the impact or might have been trying to get out of the truck at the last moment. (I've always believed that one should never sign one's name to a false statement. Wisest, in the long run, don't cha think?)

Turned out that her car insurance was good, however, and they paid for my little pickup's repair. The damage wasn't as bad as it originally looked, thank God. A little front end work, a new radiator and assorted other dinged or dented gizmos, a little cosmetic surgery to make her outside look right once more ... hell, the mechanic is even going to toss in a full overhaul, including fixing that damn fan belt.I had to drive a loaner for the next week (also care of the blonde's insurance) and the irony of this will make you laugh; it's was a little red Chevy. Nice car and my wife and I had a ball riding in it, but way too expensive for a guy like me to drive every day.

Hell, a car that nice might have made me try something stupid to make the payments ...P.S. The title is the punch line from a fairly appropriate joke ... extra points if you can identify it just by the punch line.
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