All Volvo drivers are taken off of the road.
Over the 3 years I've been priveledged enough to own and drive a car, I've never been in an accident (knock on wood), never gotten a ticket, nothing.
Although, with 100 000 km's under my belt, I've concluded that 90% of Volvo drivers can't drive FOR SHIT. They believe that they own the road and that they're "hot stuff", because they drive an overpriced German car.
I've had 3 rediculously close calls to an accident, each one of them involving Volvo's.
Coincidence? I think not. Next time that there's a Volvo nearby, watch them. See how they react to situations, how they constantly talk on a cell phone or fidget with the radio, or even send emails or turn around to check on the kids. Most importantly, observe how they couldn't give a fuck if you're in the way, if they want to switch lanes.
Although I've only noticed this with Volvo's, have you seen such a relationship with high class import cars and there driving skills?
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Tonight, I had a prime example of another clueless Volvo driver.
After a dinner, movie, and stopping by a party with my girlfriend I was off to drive her home. We were on a 2 lane highway and were aproaching traffic. The right lane was jammed, but there was still 300 feet of open space in the left lane (my lane) so I gradually started to slow down from 80 Km/h.
About 80 feet infront of me a car starts VERY SLOWLY pulling out of the right lane, into my lane. Right away, I saw that it was a Volvo and knew I was fucked.
I'm now 60 feet away, travelling 65 Km/h. The driver of the Volvo finally notices my EXTREMELY bright Xenon Hid headlights coming towards her and decides to stop dead...occupying half of the left lane.
40 feet away. I hit the brakes as hard as I can, locking up all 4 wheels (ABS never works when it's supposed to).
30 Feet. My car is still travelling way too fast, probably 50 Km/h. The Volvo is motionless like a deer in headlights.
20 feet. My girlfriend braces herself, getting ready to crash. She turns her head away from the glass, preparing for impact.
10 feet. I realise that there's no stopping. I take the only out; the narrow passage between the wall on the left, and the Volvo.
Impact. I ever so lightly brush against the Volvo. I don't even feel it. The wall is so close to touching my mirror that...shit.
I manage to pull away from it all. The Volvo driver didn't even look at me, let alone apologize to myself or my girlfriend. Bitch.
Meh, more of a rant than anything.
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