The following is a guest post written by a man we affectionately call crazy Uncle Pete. He is Fiddledaddy’s younger brother. I recently read Uncle Pete’s dissertation on his feelings regarding people who use the turn signal becoming a vanishing breed. I feel the same as he does. I use my turn indicator to signal a right into my own driveway. Even when no one is around.
I am comforted to know I’m not alone. Uncle Pete gave me permission to reprint. And just to put things in perspective, Uncle Pete is a pilot.
I now present to you, Uncle Pete’s Turn Signal Blues:
I’m at the traffic light. I look to the right, clear. I look to the left, car coming 300 meters away. I wait. Still coming, still coming, still coming. TURN. No signal. NO SIGNAL. I say to my wife, “Have you noticed that no one uses their turn signal anymore?” She says, “Haven’t noticed.”
I’m driving 75mph on I-95. Driver leaves the far right lane, cuts off 3 other cars and moves to the far left lane. No signal. Then he slows down. Perfect. I’m on A1A driving south. Northbound car makes a turn thru the passing lane, slices thru the turn lane, and make me spill my coffee avoiding the noisy congruence of pricey, leased Japanese metals. No signal. Huh.
Have we become so lazy as a society that we can’t use the limited motion required of our left forefinger to engage the turn signal so eloquently installed by our favorite automobile manufacturers? Is it really that much effort? My parents taught me that common courtesy to others was learned at an early age. IT’S COMMON COURTESY. It’s letting your fellow drivers know “Hey, I’m about to adjust my forward trajectory to one of a perpendicular course, so adjust your actions and driving decisions as necessary. Thank you.
Seriously. If I’m on a country road, and I’m gonna make a turn, I signal. Even if no ones around. Its what we are taught, it’s procedure, its required by law. Its not hard. You’re lazy if you don’t do it. You don’t care about other drivers if you don’t do it. You are a hater of other humans if you don’t do it. Life is short, you are wasting my valuable seconds day in and day out waiting for your rudeness and apathy. Just TELL me if you’re gonna turn. That’s all. That’s it. “Flick”, I’m turning. “I’M TURNING” is the first step to world peace. Simple. We don’t have to become BFF’s, hug, and exchange Christmas cards. It’s Straight, Left or Right. Tell me. That’s all.
I find myself in my mini-van with my three kids, enjoying a happy ride to the beach, singing Barney songs, when I witness the NTSA. Now I will be the first to admit, it’s really not good role model material when your 6’2, 240 lb. Daddy is hanging out the window of the family wagon yelling obscene vernacular at alleged NTSA’s. “November Tango Sierra Alpha’s” (No Turn Signal *******s) with my offspring innocently caught in the tyrannical verbal crossfire, due to said NTSA’s lack of courtesy, let alone common sense as “I love you, you love me…” blares through my speakers. That’s not good for anyone. It’s really not.
The moral of the story is: Help me be a better parent. Keep me inside the window of my Ballet stickered mini-van. Let me sing Barney songs.
Use your bleeping turn signal….