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Honk if You're a Sociopath
Back in the day I was a one-man pedestrian insurrection. The most common anti-honking technique I employed was to step out into the street and, moving quickly, smack down with great force on the honker's roof with open palms. When possible, I would perform the smack directly above the driver's head. It's best to use this technique in mid-honk to ensure that the motorist is able to make the connection between his behavior and your reaction. It is remarkably gratifying to stop a honk with your bare hands. My second (and favorite) technique could really only be used on warm summer days. I would approach the honker's open passenger window with an innocent, inquisitive look on my face, pointing to my wrist as if I were about to ask the time. Then I would lean into the car and honk back at the driver at the absolute top of my lungs. New York City motorists can't stand to be confronted about their anti-social behavior. Cocooned in plush bucket seats, talking on the phone, surrounded by cup-holders, today's car interior is designed to help the motorist forget he is in public space. When you confront New York City motorists about their assholish behavior—even if you just politely tap on their window, as I have done, and say, "Hey, why did you blast your horn like that back there?" they tend to freak out. It's as if a stranger is walking into their bedroom and telling them to turn down the volume on their tv. When you're meting out vigilante justice to honkers, there are a few basic rules to follow. Most important, stand to the side of the vehicle as you smack it, not in front where you can be run over. Before you confront a honker, make sure you've scoped out an escape route. The ideal confrontation scenario is a one-way street with too much traffic for the honker to back up or turn around and come after you. If you're acting alone, stick to single-passenger vehicles. Most likely, the confronted honker will think that you are the dangerous sociopath and will not leave his car to come after you. Hopefully, he will think about the incident on his drive home. He will sleep fitfully that night. And the next time he drives into the city, he will be terrified by the idea that pissed-off New York City pedestrians are leaping out into the street and attacking those who honk their horns too much.
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The metal cocoon makes people oblivious to the fact that when they aim their honk at one idiot driver, they're actually annoying not just the driver, but all the other pedestrians around the area and whoever happens to be in a building nearby. The losses to all these folks far outweigh the gains to the honker.
Here are some other annoying things that drivers do by not paying attention to driving: 1) The Oblivious Slide Into the Crosswalk. Today a guy parked his metal cocoon RIGHT in my direct path so he could be four feet closer to a red light. He probably didn't even notice. 2) The Automatic Transmission Creep. You're walking across an intersection and some driver mindlessly eases his foot off the break, causing the car to creep forward in an intimidating manner. Why do the automakers need to program this creep into their cars? How about a car where you don't start moving until you hit the gas. 3) The Keeping Warm Engine Idle. More common in January than June. The driver doesn't breathe in that visible plume of exhaust escaping behind her car. Everybody else does. 4) The Absent Minded Failure-to-Use-Turn-Singal. This even annoys other drivers. 5) The Disregard for the Stop Sign at 124th Street and Mt. Morris Park West. How am I supposed to cross the street if drivers don't stop to let me through? I could go on, but I'll spare you my further thoughts on unthinking drivers.
Yeah, the automatic transmission "creep" is one of the most unmindful things that drivers do out there. They seem to have no idea. It's as though some of these motorists have never walked on a New York City street. Once they get behind the wheel they have zero empathy for the people outside their vehicle...
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