Was thinking of driving rants and stumbled on one from 2008 in a very old blog of mine.
Your half of the road. Remember when you were a kid, and you and your brother/sister/cousin/friend were sitting in the back seat of the car, fighting? You would create an “imaginary line” in the middle of the seat, halving the area for your own personal space. Well, the same rules apply to driving, except the “imaginary” line is, instead, an actual line, and the result of crossing it isn’t just a slap-fight, whining, crying and mommy screaming from the front seat but instead, possibly, death. This can be avoided by doing what we human beings call “staying on your effing side of the road”. Oh, and “staring at me in disbelief as to my anger” after you almost run me into a ditch is not a proper response to violating this rule.*
*Some claim that “I didn’t see you there” is a valid defense to a charge of crossing the middle of the road. I drive a Charger. It’s a huge car. And it’s silver. You would have seen me had you not been (a) picking a Goober you dropped off the ground, (b) making out with your girl/boyfriend or (c) sleeping.
I should think that, if written today, (d) would be “texting”.