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what made you stop texting and driving?

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Despite my current pending vehicular-manslaughter charge of killing an entire class of pre-schoolers, I will never stop texting while driving, so fuck you.
 
never started.
I rarely use my phone, so it doesn't happen while driving, and I see how I drive like shit while using the navigator so I don't even get the idea to use my phone.
 
This.

If you're on the highway (any highway) and texting, get the frig off the highway. I see people texting while turning through intersections and have no clue in the world where they are. Get off the darn highway, period.

I'd much rather have someone texting and 4 seconds behind me on the highway than some jackass 1-2 seconds behind me.
 
I only read the OP and I'm furious. Why would anyone ever think it's acceptable even once? I'm constantly worried about even the PERCEPTION that I might have been texting.

How can anyone think like the OP? Don't wait for a big scare. Just don't do it at all! A more appropriate question would be: Why would you ever think it's acceptable to do this even once?
 
When I was a sophomore in college, I met a guy named Andrew. He was a cool dude and had a sweet old red car (maybe a Chevelle or something). Anyways, we hung out a few times, usually just skateboarding. At some point we stopped talking and hanging out...our friendship was weird. I always saw him at the same time, and on specific days...had something to do with his class schedule. He was a real good dude and meant well to everyone.

He was killed driving back home one day a few years ago...his pickup (not his cool red car) crossed the center line on the highway. A semi hit him head on. I am guessing he was texting...hopefully not me...

Obituatry
http://www.revbluejeans.com/AndrewMuhle.html

Article
http://fremonttribune.com/news/local/article_c62c2b44-51d1-5e5d-b36c-796122090144.html

That is what made me stop texting while driving.
I should add that no one knows why his car crossed the center line. No alcohol was found in his body. I am speculating that he was texting. He was a social and popular guy.
 
I text for traffic updates.

If I get a message back saying it's anything less that high, I don't look up and just floor the gas pedal.
 
The whole activity called driving is distracting. From the music to the hot chicks you see in your travels to your passenger(s) to the crazy mofos driving around you to stuffing your face to well everything else and in between. If you can handle a million things a minute already while driving then texting for a couple of seconds literally isn't going to kill you (knocks on wood).

You sir are an idiot.

Lemme see now...300 things that can distract me while driving hasn't killed me yet. Let's add one more because obviously I'm superhuman.

In a word...TARD.
 
A conversation is NOT a distracting activity for me.

Whether that person is in the car or on the other end of a phone call doesn't matter.

I understand that most people cannot talk and drive at the same time, but that doesn't mean that I cannot.

And here's yet another TARD.
 
I decided to try the talking on the cell down a remote road just to see how it would be. One mile later my wife, sitting next to me asked me a few questions. Went like this:

"Honey did you see that cyclist back there?"
"What?"
"How about the great big barn just off to the right?"
"What?"
"Honey are you listening to me?"
"What?"

I know it sounds like a funny scenario but not only did I not hear her but as I recall I couldn't remember any events that led up to that mile. Kinda similar to having wisdom teeth removed and waking up to a portion of your life erased.

But then, I'm not superhuman and maybe my wife (toothless of course) is my sister, hyuck, hyuck.
 
I leave my cell where it belongs when I drive, in it's holster. Only time I will use it while driving is if I am stopped and in park. I don't know how people manage to use a cell and concentrate on the road... wait, that's because they don't.
 
That's another thing, people who drink while driving. At least wait till you're at a stop sign or something before trying to open another beer!
 
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