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The Best Drivers Are…
Who are better drivers – men or women?
Men as a group are not better drivers. And women are not just as good as men, they're better.
Bridgestone/Firestone's Centennial activities included a study of driving skill by gender. One of the test components was to ask which gender was the better driver. Surprise (not), each gender believed it was the safest behind the wheel.
More than three-quarters (76%) of the women replied that they were the safest drivers, even though 55% admitted that they occasionally exceeded the speed limit.
More than two-thirds (69%) of the men surveyed believed they were the safer drivers, but a full 60% of that group ‘fessed up to speeding every now and then.
Conclusions of this and similar studies say that women take fewer risks and seem to anticipate hazards better than men do. On average, men drive too fast and are more prone to drink and drive. They are more likely to break traffic laws, weave in and out of traffic, tailgate and speed. In short, women are better drivers.
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Maybe this is just from experience, but I think men are better drivers on the road. I can't tell you how many times I've seen women nearly get into major collisions because they were too busy putting on make up or looking at themselves in the mirror or talking on their cellphones. Guys do it too, but I see more women doing it than men.
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Exceeding the speed limit is not necessarily the mark of a bad driver-- irresponsible, perhaps, but not bad in terms of actual skill.
Men feel more comfortable handling their vehicles at higher rates of speed, and can actually maintain control of the vehicle at those speeds better. That should be the standard of how "good" a driver is.
If anything, driving slow or over-cautiously could probably be deemed the sign of a bad driver, who is unsure of his or her own driving ability.
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Quote:On average, men drive too fast ... are more likely to break traffic laws, weave in and out of traffic, tailgate and speed.
It's oh-so-obvious I wasn't part of this study. My defense is that drivers in Wisconsin (male and female) can't drive for shit. Fucking cheeseheads will slow down and stare at a piece of chewing gum on the side of the road. I actually long for some good old breakneck PA/NJ/NY driving.
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I don't really want to touch this whole male/female issue. But the worst drivers I have ever seen happen to be old people. I don't mean the ones that are just retired or close to it, I mean the ones who got one foot on the brake and the other stepping thru a pair of "oops I crapped my pants". When I was in the Coast Guard stationed in Jersey a few yrs back, there were a rash of accidents involving senior citizens around the Shore. I am talking people well into their 70's and 80's who really should be driving nothing bigger than the motorized wheelchair (Cue the I'm a little rascal on my little rascal soundbite). These are the people you need to worry about. The ones that do 15 in a 45 or hit the brake so much you're afraid you'll be listening to Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass in the front seat with them any second. "I been driving for 37 years" Dude, did you ever think to stop and get a cup of coffee maybe??
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So women are safer drivers than men, because they drive slower?
Using that logic...
Potheads are the safest drivers of all.
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Quote:Men feel more comfortable handling their vehicles at higher rates of speed, and can actually maintain control of the vehicle at those speeds better.
Just because one feels "more comfortable" does not mean one is adept at it. That being said, I agree that driving slow is also a problem and I agree with Jimmy that the old farts are a huge problem. I won't ride in the car with my father (late 60s) because he'll do 55 in a 65 and complain that everyone else is "flying".
Several of the responses have interpreted the article to say that women drive "slow" -- it doesn't say that. It says they exceed the speed limit less frequently.
I personally don't buy the idea that one gender over the other are better drivers. Just like in everything else, there are good and bad within each.
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So women are safer drivers than men, because they drive slower?
Using that logic...
Potheads are the safest drivers of all.
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Asians are the worst!!! They can't see shit through those damned slanty eyes of theirs :mad:
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Women=safer drivers
Men=BETTER drivers
Stoned men=BEST drivers
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</b></font></marquee><marquee><font size=1 color=orange><b>Please allow me to introduce myself I’m a man of wealth and taste I’ve been around for a long, long year Stole many a man’s soul and faith And I was ’round when jesus christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what’s puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around st. petersburg When I saw it was a time for a change Killed the czar and his ministers Anastasia screamed in vain I rode a tank Held a general’s rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, what’s puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah I watched with glee While your kings and queens Fought for ten decades For the gods they made I shouted out, Who killed the kennedys? When after all It was you and me Let me please introduce myself I’m a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached bombay Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what’s puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what’s confusing you Is just the nature of my game Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As heads is tails Just call me lucifer ’cause I’m in need of some restraint So if you meet me Have some courtesy Have some sympathy, and some taste Use all your well-learned politesse Or I’ll lay your soul to waste, um yeah Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, um yeah But what’s puzzling you Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah! Tell me baby, what’s my name Tell me honey, can ya guess my name Tell me baby, what’s my name I tell you one time, you’re to blame Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah What’s me name Tell me, baby, what’s my name Tell me, sweetie, what’s my name Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah</b></font></marquee><marquee><font size=1 color=red><b>Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold And they'd rather give you a song then diamonds or gold Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's each night begins a new day And if you don't understand him and he don't die young He'll probly just ride away Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountian moringin's Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night And them that don't know him won't like him And them that do sometimes won't know how to take him He ain't wrong he's just different but his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such</b></font></marquee><marquee><font size=1 color=grey><b>What dey gives you blood? Three months man Whatchu doin in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma How old are you boy? Thirteen Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be runnin outta niggaz to arrest Yeah, ohh yeah, this goes out to all the families that went through the struggle Yeah, from the heart It was from the heart, everything was real All that I got is you And I'm so thankful I made it through Yo, dwellin in the past, flashbacks when I was young Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons I'm goin through this difficult stage I find it hard to believe Why my old Earth had so many seeds But she's an old woman, and due to me I respect that I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball Eggs after school, eat grits cause we was poor Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TV Rockin each others pants to school wasn't easy We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes Sadly, daddy left me at the age of six I didn't know nuttin but mommy neatly packed his shit She cried, and grandma held the family down I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed Seven o'clock, pluckin roaches out the cereal box Some shared the same spoon, watchin saturday cartoons Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel And there was days I had to go to Tex house with a note Stating "Gloria can I borrow some food I'm dead broke" So embarrasin I couldn't stand to knock on they door My friends might be laughin, I spent stamps in stores Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me But I remember this, mom's would lick her finger tips To wipe the cold out my eye before school wit her spit Case worker had her runnin back to face to face I caught a case, housin tried to throw us out of our place Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky And ask myself was I meant to be here... why? Yeah, yo All that I got is you And I'm so thankful I made it through Word up mommy, I love you Word up It was all you, word, you brought me in like this I sit and think about All the times we did without, yeah I always said I woudn't cry When I saw tears in your eyes I understand that daddy's not here now But some way or somehow, I will always be around, yeah All things that I did from this to them Oh from drugs to being there Being down and out and I love you always Yeah, you say You see the universe, which consists of the sun moon and star And them planets, that exist in my space Like man woman and child You understand? We got to keep it real, and what reality and reality will keep it real with us I remember them good ol days Because see, that's the child I was What made me the man I am today See cause if you forget where you come from, heheh You're never gonna make it where you're goin, aheh Because you lost the reality of yourself So take one stroll through your mind And see what you will find And you'll see a whole universe all over again and again and again and again and again Heheheh, yeah heheheheh ahaheheheh
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