Realizing you come from one of Canada’s backwaters, we don’t expect much. You are roaming around the big city now and yes, you probably dont have much of a handle on traffic in the metropolis. Stay clear of Toronto or Montreal whatever your monikor on your ride. Oh, grab a garmin and not the Anne of Green Gables edition. Lane assist will prolong your life considerably. And ours. —Gopher
This article appears in Oct 11-17, 2012.
Not a coherent sentence in this bitch. It also says nothing. Mike Savage is that you.
even i can’t get a grip on what the fuck this person is saying. holy fuck batman, it’s the riddler.
And a Purple Monkey Dishwasher Award to this bitch.
Lesson: Don’t do drugs!
Whaaaatt?
Go back to your hole gopher!
WTF OB? WTF!
It took me a couple of reads but I think the OB is complaining about the driving abilities…er…inabilities? of a person driving a company vehicle (“whatever your moniker on your ride”) of a developer from P.E.I. (“Oh, grab a garmin and not the Anne of Green Gables edition.”) If I’m right, one such company springs to mind. A large developer with home office in Charlottetown and offices here in HRM as well as Ontario and Alberta. The name of the company consists of 3 letters, the first, sixteenth and thirteenth letters of the alphabet.
But seriously OB, what do you expect? Over on the Island, we all learn to drive in old beat up farm trucks, plowing through the furrows of the potato fields. True story.
don’t i know it vastie, i drove for years on the island before the age of 16
Big city ????
Are you talking about Halifax ?
If you are, you obviously have never been to a big city !
Driving over there this time of year was always a chance to sharpen your own driving skills. The farmers, in an attempt to keep costs down, used to use whatever P.O.S. truck they could cobble together to haul the fresh picked spuds from the fields to the warehouse for bagging. They were exempt from any safety inspections and if you were lucky enough to find yourself behind one of these rolling death traps, you were constantly dodging clods of mud, stray potatoes falling off the back or actual pieces of the truck itself. Good times!
That’s since all changed. I guess having one too many stray Sebago go bouncing up through your radiator or lugnut through your windshield at 90 km/h will bring about some changes.
Ahh, now I’m homesick.
AOL? They’re from PEI? The first, 16th and 13th letters. Damn it Avasto, you’re making me work!! grrr
It’s O.K. little fella, I know you’re confused and hurt and probably cry yourself to sleep at night while sobbing. “Why me!”, but what you’re going through is not uncommon, it even has a name… R-O-A-D R-A-G-E. Just try to find others like you to share the pain and remember, it will get better.
you think halifax is The Big City?
Aw.. that’s so quaint. You small-townies crack me right the fuck up with all the cute quaintness.