Let me use your newspaper to voice some of my complaints conce

CATEGORY: Letters

AUTHOR: JOER

Let me use your newspaper to voice some of my complaints concerning drivers in this area. First of all, most of the drivers don’t know what the little lever on the left side of the steering wheel is used for. It’s connected to something that, if you push it up or down, it makes a racket and a small green light flashes in front of you.

Sometimes during the year in this part of the country, we have cool damp weather that causes something called fog. We cannot see through this curtain of moisture, but a lot of drivers have X-ray vision and can see you no matter what. They must have it because they do not use their headlights at all. I have nearly run over a vehicle in the fog because I did not see them until I was right on them. The same things applies to a rainstorm. You meet 20 autos in a rainstorm and 15 will not have their headlights on. Five of those 15 will have their parking lights on. Do you know what parking lights are for? They are for a pretty adornment and extra lights if you want to show off at night. They are definitely not to be used as running lights.

Next comes my favorite kind of driver. He/she is the one who pulls out in front of you when you are doing 40 or 50 miles per hour and accelerates to 20 miles per hour and decides to observe every tree and blade of grass along the road. This driver can also be found traveling Highway 178 between east Tupelo and Mooreville. I don’t care what time of day you travel this road, there will always be someone traveling the same direction as you at a speed of 20 to 25 miles per hour. Sometimes they may do 30 when they go down one of the hills.

Last but not least is the race track driver. He/she only comes out after dark so that they can tailgate you using their very bright multi-beam headlights. Most of the time their front bumper is touching your rear bumper although you may be traveling 40 miles per hour.

Nothing can be done about these drivers except wish that they would travel to Atlanta, get on one of the bypasses, get lost in traffic, and not return to Tupelo.

James E. Simmons

Tupelo