We have all experienced road rage. Some have seen or read about the consequences of a driver losing it. There are stories of fights and even deaths because someone got offended. Others have been victims of the uncontrolled anger of their irrational companions of the road. No names will be named, but there are even some of us who have been the perpetrators of such a poor display of manners.
Road rage, like other acts of human stupidity or baseness, gets all the press. Yet no one has ever heard of "road rave." Road raves are acts of thoughtfulness, selflessness and kindness performed by fellow drivers. They are the opposite of their better-known evil twin.
Road rave is when someone stops to let another person into the line of traffic. It is a driver who pulls over to let the others pass. It is a fellow traveler who doesnt honk when stuck in traffic jams. Rave reviews go out to the folks who come to a complete stop instead of steamrolling through a crosswalk. Those who dont run the yellow-red lights earn praise.
As I was growing up, before LED light bulbs and text messages, my dad would talk about how he desired to invent a sign that could flash a big Thank you! When others displayed a gesture of generosity, he wanted to express his appreciation to them even if he couldn't thank them personally.
He couldnt have a citizens band to say 10-4, good buddy, and thanks, when a gigantic semi would move to the side to let him pass. Rolling down the window and having our mom yell as we passed the teamster wasnt practical, either. He would just wave and hope he could be seen through the rear window.
That is when he wished someone would invent the thank you button. Extrapolating what he said, my childhood mind pictured some sign flashing on the back of the car. There are some devices today that will spell out a message in much the same way as the news ticker on Times Square. Dad would say, Thank you very much for letting me in front of you.
The worry today is that, like any technology, it could be used for good or for ill. Instead of a thank you button, there would be all kinds of buttons that would not add to world peace. The rudeness would only be amplified. Hackers could come up with tasteless images.
We are back to the rivalry between road rage and road raves.
Instead of thank you signs, after every ladylike or gentlemanly move, we can pass on the goodness. There would be no such thing as no passing zones. The lanes may narrow, but there would still be thoughtful consideration passed on to others.
The average car weighs 2 tons. That is 4,000 pounds of steel, plastic and whatever is in the trunk, a marvel of modern manufacturing. It is also, by the laws of physics, a potential killing machine. Velocity multiplied by mass equals momentum. The bigger something is and the faster it goes, the harder it is to stop and change direction. It could just as easily be velocity multiplied by mass equals mess.
One way to skip the mess is by changing from being a road monster to being a road master. We master our tempers. We master our desire for vengeance masquerading as justice. We manage our supposed need for speed. If we accidentally cut someone off, we press an Im sorry button. If someone does it to us, we wave to them with all five fingers.
Road rage generates internal negative power. Therefore, there have to be many more acts of road rave to neutralize it.
Road rage, like other acts of human stupidity or baseness, gets all the press. Yet no one has ever heard of "road rave." Road raves are acts of thoughtfulness, selflessness and kindness performed by fellow drivers. They are the opposite of their better-known evil twin.
Road rave is when someone stops to let another person into the line of traffic. It is a driver who pulls over to let the others pass. It is a fellow traveler who doesnt honk when stuck in traffic jams. Rave reviews go out to the folks who come to a complete stop instead of steamrolling through a crosswalk. Those who dont run the yellow-red lights earn praise.
As I was growing up, before LED light bulbs and text messages, my dad would talk about how he desired to invent a sign that could flash a big Thank you! When others displayed a gesture of generosity, he wanted to express his appreciation to them even if he couldn't thank them personally.
He couldnt have a citizens band to say 10-4, good buddy, and thanks, when a gigantic semi would move to the side to let him pass. Rolling down the window and having our mom yell as we passed the teamster wasnt practical, either. He would just wave and hope he could be seen through the rear window.
That is when he wished someone would invent the thank you button. Extrapolating what he said, my childhood mind pictured some sign flashing on the back of the car. There are some devices today that will spell out a message in much the same way as the news ticker on Times Square. Dad would say, Thank you very much for letting me in front of you.
The worry today is that, like any technology, it could be used for good or for ill. Instead of a thank you button, there would be all kinds of buttons that would not add to world peace. The rudeness would only be amplified. Hackers could come up with tasteless images.
We are back to the rivalry between road rage and road raves.
Instead of thank you signs, after every ladylike or gentlemanly move, we can pass on the goodness. There would be no such thing as no passing zones. The lanes may narrow, but there would still be thoughtful consideration passed on to others.
The average car weighs 2 tons. That is 4,000 pounds of steel, plastic and whatever is in the trunk, a marvel of modern manufacturing. It is also, by the laws of physics, a potential killing machine. Velocity multiplied by mass equals momentum. The bigger something is and the faster it goes, the harder it is to stop and change direction. It could just as easily be velocity multiplied by mass equals mess.
One way to skip the mess is by changing from being a road monster to being a road master. We master our tempers. We master our desire for vengeance masquerading as justice. We manage our supposed need for speed. If we accidentally cut someone off, we press an Im sorry button. If someone does it to us, we wave to them with all five fingers.
Road rage generates internal negative power. Therefore, there have to be many more acts of road rave to neutralize it.