I'm really really big 😉

You know, most people don’t like to describe their weight, width, etc. – let me make an exception and confide in you how heavy, wide and long I am – of course I’m talking about when I’m behind the wheel 😀
Because this seems to me to be a rather fundamental thing that surprised me when I first got behind that steering wheel (round shovel). Don’t worry, I won’t bore you with numbers, I’ll try to give you real examples. For example – I dare say that all of us have sat in a car at least once and we can imagine the centrifugal and centripetal forces that are at work while driving. But that’s the first difficulty = we are sitting in a car where there is relatively little space, we are fixed in comfortable seats, often leaning against the door armrests, etc. – I hope you understand…and now please realize – how much space is in the bus and how little fixed we are = that’s why it often looks like „how the asshole is waving at us“ or „how the asshole is muddying it up“ = there is e.g. a huge difference in the perception of speed – such a forty seems almost like a hundred in a big bus – seriously, I’m not kidding 🙂
Now consider that even if I were perfect (and I’m not) and didn’t make even the slightest mistake (and I certainly do), I’m not alone on the road…
Sorry for the gross and distorting oversimplification, but I meet women = for example in Camp Street, where I play with the tertris bus thanks to the various parked cars – only I’m the big block 🙁 And I often start overtaking a column of parked vehicles at the moment when nothing is even in the distance, but before I reach the end of it a lady is driving in the opposite direction = where am I supposed to swerve? ?? And the woman is driving – sometimes I feel like she just closes her eyes and… Well – and I have to brake… Or I meet a man = like on a roundabout – I’m on it, they’re trying to get on it… they still fit in front of me, don’t they? So they step on it – but the asshole in front of them is going slow = and? Yes, I have to brake again…
And the climax of everything and now really jokes aside = I’m going from the roundabout to the station, there is a crossing – there is a car standing by it (often almost on it) = nothing against the police – they do what they can – boots, towing – but there are more people than officers…I’m coming really slowly to the crossing – at the last moment a pram appears in my path!!! and only much later a mother!!! You know, I really think I’m more of a klutz, but at this point I would so love to give someone a shave!!!
And the conclusion = when I „stomp“ on it, for example, standing grandmothers just can’t hold on to that pole, not to mention that there is a certain group of people who are typical, among other things, to let their children run freely around the car. Once I had to brake hard to avoid a collision and one little one ran up to the steering wheel from behind and hit his head on the bar = he didn’t even flinch and even his parents didn’t make a sound = we all knew…luckily…
It also explains, perhaps, the situation at pedestrian crossings = I stop as much as I can – but often choose between braking safely and endangering people in the car versus people crossing in the distance – I just drive sometimes (even if I read „moron“ from the mouths of pedestrians – maybe, but „safe moron“)…
It occurs to me that there is a situation where size is measured after all – we guys know our stuff, don’t we 😉 So let’s try to remember, please, that I’m really, really big, yeah? Thank you 😉