My job has taken me to California from time to time over the past twenty some odd years. I recently elected to ride my Harley-Davidson motorcycle out to Silicone Valley rather than fly on a commercial airline. I felt flying out to California from Alabama was just too dangerous.
I was riding my Harley
to work on the California Bay Area freeways when I observed a female driver cut
right in front of a pickup truck, causing him to swerve on to the
shoulder to avoid hitting her.
This evidently angered the driver enough that he hung his arm out his window and "flipped the bird" at the woman driver.
"Man, that guy is REALLY, REALLY, stupid," I thought to myself. I always smile nicely and wave in a sheepish manner whenever a female does anything to me in traffic, and here's why.
I rode 48 miles each way every day to work while in California. That's 96 miles each day. Of that, 16 miles each way, was bumper-to-bumper. Most of the bumper-to-bumper was on an 8 lane highway. There were 7 cars every 40 feet for 32 miles. That works out to be 982 cars every mile, or 31,424 cars. Even though the rest of the 32 miles is not bumper-to-bumper, I figure I pass at least another 4000 cars.
That brings the number to something on the order of 36,000 motor vehicles
that I passed every single day.
Statistically, females drove half of these vehicles.That means I passed approximately 18,000 women drivers, on average, each and every day I commuted to work on my Harley while in California AND
On any given day in any given group of females, 1 in 28 has P.M.S. That leaves us with 642.
According to Cosmopolitan, 70% describe their love life as dissatisfying or unrewarding. Now we are down to 449.
According to the National Institutes of Health, 22% of all females have seriously considered suicide or homicide. Now we are left with 98.
And again according to Cosmo, 34% describe men as their biggest problem. OK now we are at 33.
According to the National Rifle Association, 5% of all females carry firearms, and this number is increasing.
Stocastically, that means that, for EVERY SINGLE DAY I commute in California, I will ride past AT LEAST ONE female driver that: