I would love to share my general joy with the good people of Halifax, and my ultra-special joyous delight with the good hearted, kind, nice, fair, decent, moral people of the city’s taxi commission. I would love to see their faces when Uber and Lyft are in the city, rendering the existence of their office of extortion obsolete. Just like their office, they will perish into the dark pages of history books, leaving all the pleasant memories that every driver dearly cherishes.

None of them had ever driven a taxi or a limousine, yet they know all about it from their office bible (The Holy T1000 City Bylaw), a book they hold dear to their heart and are willing to defend with their integrity and honour. Well, the heavy burden of of memorizing a 25-page bylaw is finally over, and the days of their bullying soon to be gone. No more gloating like acid-tripping peacocks, no more constant long trips from the water cooler to the coffee machine, no more walking to their houses with victory smiles, kissing their children and telling them that mommy and daddy got a paycheque for harming people.

Merry Christmas and let Uber and Lyft bless you. Yours truly,
—BMW 750Li

To the older gentleman who decided to yell and beep at me, driving disturbingly close to me in your ill-timed attempt to turn left as I crossed the street at the Young/Robie intersection Sunday afternoon. I refuse to move through the world without publicly voicing that you are in fact the one who is lacking intelligence in this situation. I started crossing with 11 seconds on the clock. I was three-quarters of the way across when you misinterpreted when to take a left turn and decided to roll on up into my personal space.

Once you realized your error you took offense to it, but I guess you couldn't comprehend a world in which you made a mistake so you decided to honk and throw your arms up in frustration. I still had one second when this occurred and then the warning light came on which you pointed to. Let me educate you. If a pedestrian approaches a crosswalk and the hand is flashing that means you should not attempt to cross. I was already most of the way through the intersection when it appeared, which meant I still had time to cross. You, sir, were in the wrong and you can suck my proverbial dick.
—Courteously Correct

Dear HRM politicians and staff: The Willow Tree intersection at Robie and Quinpool needs a roundabout! Having five streets with stop lights makes for a complete nightmare. Fix this.
—Midnight Idler

Do all jackass drivers in this province get a driver’s permit, regardless of incompetency and stupidity? I drive, walk and use my bicycle in good weather. I’m 63, and I have seen/experienced my share of close calls and collisions. While cycling in a bike lane in Halifax (during daylight) over the Labour Day Weekend, a driver trailing my bike-riding wife drove parallel to me, when I was riding carefully on my bicycle. We’re side-by-side on Lower Water Street. Not quite certain what this clueless-looking driver wanted to do, I started braking. Sure enough, the driver cuts in front of me and crosses the bike lane into a parking lot. WTF? Another head-shaking close call, courtesy of a careless and crack-brained motorist.
—Pedal-pushing Geezer

Throw more asphalt and concrete at it? I think those 40-foot long asphalt ramp thingies on South Park Street are raised bike lanes, and now there are four-inch-high concrete bollards along the rest of SP Street as well. I left work at noon today, and the buses and big trucks going opposite ways could barely squeeze past each other without scraping their sides. How is reducing SP St. to a single lane in either direction going to solve traffic congestion? It won't. Every time a bus stops, traffic will get backed up behind it—and I've heard that city hall wants to reduce Spring Garden Road to a single lane in either direction as well. Are they insane?

I hate motorists as much as the next bloke, but they have to drive and park SOMEWHERE. And I can see those asphalt ramps and bollards getting smoked by the first snowplow that passes them this winter. And when the city demolishes the Cogswell Interchange? Best dust off your sturdiest walkin' shoes, folks, 'cuz it'll be the only way to get around that won't make you bonkers over the next five years!
—Glad I'm A Lifelong Non-driver

Listen up, arsehole on my car's bumper as we drive the Prospect Road: I'm not going any faster and you can't drive over me. You're so fucking stupid, you don't even realize that if you rear-end into my old clunker, you're automatically at fault. So suck on my middle finger, Rushy McRushRush.
—Tired Of Doing The Speed Limit With Lead-footed Idiots On My Ass

OK, I didn't think I would have to do this or submit anything like this to The Coast, but I have to. It's the way people drive. Either they drive too slow, or they drive too fast for the conditions and are running stop signs.

I'm a professional driver who drives for a living, and the stuff happening every day on our roads is unbelievable. I've seen people cutting people off when they turned right in the middle of the highway! And don't get me started on running red lights. For the love of god, people, there's a Driver's Handbook: please read it.

Texting, yeah that's part of it, but when you're supposed to be doing a hundred on the Circ and somebody's doing 75, something's wrong. People get frustrated when people sit in the left-hand lane, under the speed limit, thinking, "This is OK, it's a 100-series highway, I can do what I want."

For all that is holy, please learn to drive. I think to the left of your steering wheel is a turn signal; it works, so you should use it. And at night turn your headlights on cuz nobody can see you with your daytime running lights on and you have no back lights.
—Scared To Drive

While I was stopped on the Bedford Highway waiting to make a turn, a driver who was texting RAMMED into the back of me at 60km an hour. I had a newborn, toddler and pre-teen in the car with me. What the hell is so important that you have to fucking answer a text while operating a vehicle? All of you reading this who text and drive: You are a fucking dumbass and STOP IT. We could have all been killed. SO STOP BEING A BIG HEAD WHO THINKS THEY ARE SUCH GREAT DRIVERS AND MULTITASKERS THAT IT'S OK TO DO THIS.

All because she had to have her shit phone up her ass. DON'T BE ONE OF THESE DUMBASSES.

That's all.
—Pissed-off Mom

Last time I checked, we don't have any autobahn roads in NS with no speed limit. If you think driving 160 is OK on public highway, you are being an ASS. Yes, the "slowpoke" doing 120 in the left lane was slowing you down, that is because he was only somewhat above the speed limit while passing people, instead of driving like an utter ass. Where the hell are you going that it is so urgent? Get a grip, or get a membership on a private circuit track and drive 200+ if you are serious about driving stupid fast. Don't put other people at risk with your entitled attitudes and dangerous driving habits.
—Pissed Off At Entitled Fast Drivers

Seriously? You believe the best place to pick at your fly bites and scabs is at the bus stop and on the bus? Not only were you picking—not scratching, but full on picking—your fly bites and scabs, but then you were wiping the blood onto your legs, arms and the bus seat. Come the hell on! How were you raised? No one wants to see that shit. It's disgusting. Then to top it all off you start sneezing with your yap wide open spreading your snot and spit all over the place for all to enjoy. Thanks so much for that. The topper to all of this was the huge wad of spit you graciously left on the side of the street before getting on the bus. Grow up and get some manners. I feel bad for whomever had to sit next to you on the bus.
—Wishing for some hand sanitizer