Glynn MooreNews editor and local columnist for The Augusta Chronicle.

Watch out for drivers with blinders

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The other night, as my life flashed before my eyes, I recalled the day a couple of weeks earlier when our granddaughter took me driving around in her neighborhood in her sister’s car.

“Aren’t you a little young to be driving?” I asked, hoping someone else in the family would bail me out of the situation with our darling 14-year-old.

“I’m a good driver,” she said, “and it’s just our neighborhood.”

Off we went, and she began fine. When we came to a stop sign and she turned right without even slowing down, though, I clawed at the windows.

“You just ran a stop sign!” I screamed calmly.

She looked at me as though I had just said math is fun.

“No, I didn’t,” she said.

I repeated my opinion.

“I stopped,” she said, taking another turn.

“No. No, you didn’t stop You didn’t come close to stopping.”

“Oh. Well, it’s just the neighborhood. I’m a good driver.”

All that came back to me a few nights ago as I was driving home from work. I was cruising along at the allowed 35 mph in good weather. Ahead was a green light, and to my right, cars waited for their light to turn green so they could proceed. To my left, the view was blocked by buildings.

So fast that I barely had time to react, a red pickup flew past me from my left, going through its red light without slowing down, and much faster than 35 mph.

As my foot stomped the brake pedal into the floorboard, I saw the truck whip by my nose-diving vehicle. It happened in such slow motion in my mind that I thought, “There is no way he is not going to tear off my front end, and probably me along with it.”

He missed me by perhaps an inch or less. It was such a narrow margin that separated our trucks that there might even be red paint on my front bumper where molecules, if not actual vehicles, collided. If he had not been driving so insanely, he would have hit me as he ran the red light.

I didn’t have time to blow my horn, nor did he slow down. He whooshed past those cars waiting their turn and crested the hill. I drove home and hugged my wife.

Where had that truck’s driver been going so hurriedly that he had no time to stop at red lights? Were the bars closing? Were the police closing in on him? Was he close to missing curfew?

I hope he didn’t kill someone farther down the road. If you could have slowed him down long enough, he might even have said, “I’m a good driver.”

After being hit in the rear bumper a few times, I keep an eye in my rearview mirror to make sure no one is bearing down on me at, literally, breakneck speed so I can relax against the head restraint.

Now, I slow down at intersections, even when I have the right of way.

All these years of driving, and I learn something new every day.

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allhans 01/16/12 - 10:28 am
The crazy driver you

The crazy driver you described have almost become a common occurrence.

crkgrdn 01/16/12 - 02:25 pm
Glynn, my feelings exactly. A

Glynn, my feelings exactly. A couple of years ago my wife and I were hit by a car on Walton Way winding up in the yard of Reid Memorial Church. The driver clearly ran the light, distracted by her cellphone. That driver had a suspended license...from Florida. Our car was totaled and my wife continues have neck problems as a result.

In the 60s as a teen driver, you couldn't go anywhere without seeing police officers, especially the ones on motorcycles that I never saw in time. Where are they today. Is it just culturally acceptable to run lights and stop signs. Are officers told not to bother with it. By the way I have soon police officers doing the same thing to include not using turn signals.

TrulyWorried 01/16/12 - 05:46 pm
My husband and I had the

My husband and I had the front end of our brand new car totally removed because a dump truck driver ran out of 'blend in' lane and took us out - in the parking lot - waiting to enter traffic. Smart driver that he was he quickly drove to the suicide lane - innocent - we were in his way - too far out -
It was a sheer miracle that neither my husband nor I had as much as a headache. I could highly recommend the car we were in and the insurance company that had a check for us exactly 48 hours later. But the highest recommendation goes to the Good Lord and his hard working guardian angels!!

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