As evidenced in another thread, it seems that some people, mostly from the Western countries, have some sort of "safety" fetish.
Observation of Polish drivers, by and English anthropologist.
I hope you are joking. Today, as I was driving home, an oncoming car lost its badly-secured roof-top load, part of which hit my car. Luckily, it was just a box of polystyrene and the damage to my ride was minimal. I thank my lucky stars that it wasn't something heavier. As it happened I was keeping to the speed limit and paying attention to the behaviour of other road users. I was sober, too. Perhaps I am a fetishist in this repect, but I am alive and kinky for another day.
rozumiemnic 8 | 3875
9 Aug 2012 / #93
it seems that some people, mostly from the Western countries, have some sort of "safety" fetish
you are joking right?
because from here, it seems that some people, mostly from a central european country beginning with P, have some sort of death fetish.
I just returned from a long motorway drive....when I see that 'P' on the car....I change lanes, hang right back, or pull over into the services.
I am not joking.
polishmama 3 | 279
9 Aug 2012 / #94
I have a personal theory that Westerners drivers were like this maybe 30 years ago. From what I remember as a young child, US drivers were much more... lax in their driving behaviours. ;) It might also have at least a bit to do with the Polish rebel spirit.
The speeding thing I see everywhere though. Paris was terrifying as a passenger in a car, for example.
And I can say that I am the only one in my group of friends who only goes maybe 5 miles over the speedlimit, if that. And there's this lovely mentality of smiling with a dolt in the car to nobody in particular while switching lanes without signaling or waving thanks, or when a dog in the road, a small residential road near a school with nobody behind and speeding and hitting the car without pause. Lovely, really. While smiling to nobody.
The speeding thing I see everywhere though. Paris was terrifying as a passenger in a car, for example.
And I can say that I am the only one in my group of friends who only goes maybe 5 miles over the speedlimit, if that. And there's this lovely mentality of smiling with a dolt in the car to nobody in particular while switching lanes without signaling or waving thanks, or when a dog in the road, a small residential road near a school with nobody behind and speeding and hitting the car without pause. Lovely, really. While smiling to nobody.