Seconding #4. You seem to have linked to this idiot's playlist, which, besides boring videos of everyday driving SNAFUs, includes shaky footage of horrible bands and cell phone videos of callow, annoying youths who think they're clever.
The Thule-glad Subaru army thought the natives would let them gentrify the CD without a fight? They need better camouflage, may I suggest a 1995 Honda Civic with rims.
Ugh, this happens all the time on my street, and the people with the worst attitudes generally seem to be those who were trying to avoid stopping at the light at 23rd & E Union and now find themselves delayed on their "shortcut".
That being said, I haven't observed any particular trend in terms of race: based on what I've seen, these kinds of altercations are fairly equally distributed between black-on-white, white-on-white and black-on-black. Regardless of who's involved, it all boils down to one asshole in a hurry who decides their "right" to race down a one-lane residential street at 40 miles-per-hour is somehow being abridged, even though it's just as likely they had a better opportunity to pull over than the other driver.
What's even funnier (and I've personally experienced this), is when the other driver tries to pull the "this is MY neighborhood" card, not realizing that my apartment is literally 50 behind them! IME, people who actually DO live in my neighborhood are much more sensitive to this, and are more prone to move aside, even if they don't necessarily recognize the other vehicle. I chalk it up to recognizing that the five second delay it takes for them to pull over for the other car is preferable to the five minutes of stress that results from situations like the one in the video.
One day, making tracks
In the prairie of Prax,
Came a North-Going Zax
And a South-Going Zax.
And it happened that both of them came to a place
Where they bumped. There they stood.
Foot to foot. Face to face.
“Look here, now!” the North-Going Zax said, “I say!
You are blocking my path. You are right in my way.
I’m a North-Going Zax and I always go north.
Get out of my way, now, and let me go forth!”
“Who’s in whose way?” snapped the South-Going Zax.
“I always go south, making south-going tracks.
So you’re in MY way! And I ask you to move
And let me go south in my south-going groove.”
Then the North-Going Zax puffed his chest up with pride.
“I never,” he said, “take a step to one side.
And I’ll prove to you that I won’t change my ways
If I have to keep standing here fifty-nine days!”
“And I’ll prove to YOU,” yelled the South-Going Zax,
“That I can stand here in the prairie of Prax
For fifty-nine years! For I live by a rule
That I learned as a boy back in South-Going School.
Never budge! That’s my rule. Never budge in the least!
Not an inch to the west! Not an inch to the east!
I’ll stay here, not budging! I can and I will
If it makes you and me and the whole world stand still!”
Well…
Of course the world didn’t stand still. The world grew.
In a couple of years, the new highway came through
And they built it right over those two stubborn Zax
And left them there, standing un-budged in their tracks.
-Dr. Seuss, 'The Zax'
Which asshole was the first to stop in the middle of the street instead of taking the wide-open parking space???
Another Subaru driving Seattle liberal being sorely tested by the racist natives of the CD?
Let's see:
1. The earnest white liberal sitting quietly in their Subaru with Thule roof rack trying her hardest to celebrate diversity.
2. The crazy, angry racist black woman ranting and raving, running all over the place and acting like a jackass?
Take an educated guess.
That being said, I haven't observed any particular trend in terms of race: based on what I've seen, these kinds of altercations are fairly equally distributed between black-on-white, white-on-white and black-on-black. Regardless of who's involved, it all boils down to one asshole in a hurry who decides their "right" to race down a one-lane residential street at 40 miles-per-hour is somehow being abridged, even though it's just as likely they had a better opportunity to pull over than the other driver.
What's even funnier (and I've personally experienced this), is when the other driver tries to pull the "this is MY neighborhood" card, not realizing that my apartment is literally 50 behind them! IME, people who actually DO live in my neighborhood are much more sensitive to this, and are more prone to move aside, even if they don't necessarily recognize the other vehicle. I chalk it up to recognizing that the five second delay it takes for them to pull over for the other car is preferable to the five minutes of stress that results from situations like the one in the video.
In the prairie of Prax,
Came a North-Going Zax
And a South-Going Zax.
And it happened that both of them came to a place
Where they bumped. There they stood.
Foot to foot. Face to face.
“Look here, now!” the North-Going Zax said, “I say!
You are blocking my path. You are right in my way.
I’m a North-Going Zax and I always go north.
Get out of my way, now, and let me go forth!”
“Who’s in whose way?” snapped the South-Going Zax.
“I always go south, making south-going tracks.
So you’re in MY way! And I ask you to move
And let me go south in my south-going groove.”
Then the North-Going Zax puffed his chest up with pride.
“I never,” he said, “take a step to one side.
And I’ll prove to you that I won’t change my ways
If I have to keep standing here fifty-nine days!”
“And I’ll prove to YOU,” yelled the South-Going Zax,
“That I can stand here in the prairie of Prax
For fifty-nine years! For I live by a rule
That I learned as a boy back in South-Going School.
Never budge! That’s my rule. Never budge in the least!
Not an inch to the west! Not an inch to the east!
I’ll stay here, not budging! I can and I will
If it makes you and me and the whole world stand still!”
Well…
Of course the world didn’t stand still. The world grew.
In a couple of years, the new highway came through
And they built it right over those two stubborn Zax
And left them there, standing un-budged in their tracks.
-Dr. Seuss, 'The Zax'