Heather Burns Quotes

There are a lot of things that frustrate me. I get frustrated when I have to wait at a red light.

I hate cars.

When there's an idiot driving crazily in front of you, that can wind the best of you up.

I have a lot of road rage. Mostly with the rickshaw and cab drivers trying to cut me; it's the traffic. Grrrr!

Traffic terrifies me.

When somebody doesn't use common sense, I get frustrated. When I'm driving down the highway and someone is in the left-hand lane, and they're going very slow, sometimes I just go around them, and other times I'll be in the mood where I flash my lights and yell at them, like, 'What the heck are you doing? Get the heck out of my way!'

I'm the worst person to be stuck with in a traffic jam.

I've stopped racing to get to the red light.

I love driving my car on any highway.

I have a 100-mile round trip commute on some of the nations' busiest roads and enjoy every minute of it.

I suppose I could admire all these slow Seattle drivers for their safety-mindedness, consideration for others, and peace of mind. Instead, I'm a fury of annoyance.

Learning how to drive was a scary thing.

It's annoying when someone's in front of you driving ten miles an hour, and you're like, 'Okay, today,' and someone else is on the side of you, so you can't pass them, and when you finally do pass them and they are texting, the laser cannons just come out and disintegrate that car.

I drive relatively fast - within the remits of the law, obviously - but I struggle with people who do stupid things on the road. I have a massive urge to shout expletives at them.

I'm a fast driver.

I just get annoyed at myself. A lot of swearing goes on generally when I am driving.

From a societal aspect, when you are impatient behind a driverless car and there's no one to listen to your beeping horn, what are people going to do? How are they going to take out their aggression?

The main thing I despise about America now is driving on the freeways.

Drivers in a traffic jam, frustrated by each others presence, are not the most amiable of men.

You take care and I hope I'll run into you - when I'm driving.

You would never see me driving around in a sports car. I feel like you're so low and squish-able by transport trucks.

I'm the slowest driver in the world.

Now when you hates you shrinks up inside and gets littler and you squeezes your heart tight and you stays so mad with peoples you feels sick all the time like you needs the doctor.

A man sits in his car at the traffic lights, waiting for them to go green.

Relentless and cynical traffic-trawling is bad for the soul.