Now comes word that NYC officials are taking down all the ‘no honking’ signs around this burg (you know the ones — “Don’t Honk-$350 Penalty blah, blah, blah) and I couldn’t be more delighted. I love to honk!
It’s true, I really do get into tooting my own car horn, much to the chagrin of my wife and others who happen to be in the car when I let it fly. “That’s not doing anything,” someone will inevitably say.
My witty retort: “Maybe not but it makes me feel better.”
I mean it. Honking at other cars, pedestrians (who never saw a red light they didn’t want to ignore) and bike riders (please don’t me started) makes me feel better. So it’s not true that it doesn’t do anything — it makes my blood pressure go down. We all have our idiosyncrasies and I guess this is my only one. Now mind you, I do not honk when I’m stuck in traffic or the instant the light turns green. That’s just rude.
My pet peeve is drivers who hit the brakes at an intersection just as the light is about to turn red. Why are they stopping? They are going to make it through the light but, invariably, they’ll slow down just enough for me not to make it through. I really enjoy honking at those dopey drivers.
Of course, when I’m a pedestrian and someone honks at me, I hate it. But that’s the golden rule of New York, isn’t it? Everyone in New York thinks the other person is the asshole!! Those are words to live by my friend and for me, in a nutshell, that sums up NYC. Whether it’s driving, walking, biking or just plain living, we also think it’s the other guy’s fault.
Honking provides a tiny bit of relief to that truism so, to paraphrase President Reagan, “Mr. Bloomberg, take down those signs.” I was ignoring them anyway! (insert ‘beep’ here)