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You know what really grinds my gears? When people that sit up front don’t fulfill their duties as a copilot. Whatever happened to “calling shotgun” and being the second set of eyes on the road?
I pride myself on my copilot abilities. Over the years, I’ve saved three friends and family from hitting deer they didn’t see, a few red lights and stop signs that we would have run and a pedestrian or two. Sometimes, you just don’t see stuff, and the duty of the copilot to bring these things to the driver’s attention.
Back a few years, a friend of mine was driving us in his brand new 350z (yes I know it’s a girl car) when a deer with a death wish and a big rack darted out of the cornfield. We were on a pizza run, and you know damn well not only would his car have been totaled but we would have lost the ‘za in the process. Luckily, I notified him and he bought me a 12 pack of beer for my underage 20-year-old self as a reward for what would have been a shitty situation.
Being the drivers right hand man isn’t just important to avoid pitfalls, it’s a lot of responsibility. Not only are you on watch duty for idiot drivers and cops, but you’re in charge of music, the driver’s cell phone, navigating if using some form of GPS, giving the driver food/water and other duties as assigned. It’s not supposed to be a fun job, but it is necessary to help out get where you’re going. Many times when I am riding up front, I’ll give the driver the “you’re good” or “no good” from my side because it is a courtesy and helps so no one pulls out prematurely and gets creamed.
Nothing makes me madder than when someone falls asleep at their post. Drink coffee, pinch yourself, or open the window; the copilot should do whatever it takes to stay awake. I went to go see a concert in a nearby city. Great show, solid dinner and overall wonderful time. Unfortunately, as a weekday concert goes, we don’t leave until after 11:00 p.m. with approximately an hour and a half drive home. My copilot, Mrs. Madoff, was giving me sleepy eyes. “I know you’re going to be asleep as soon as we hit the interstate. If you do, I am going to swerve erratically to wake you up.” She was out within five minutes of being on the interstate. Consequently, there was a lot of dry lightning, multiple shitty drivers riding the lines and a ton of late night road work. But most of all, it’s a lonely drive with no one to talk to at 12:30 a.m. As it always is, she woke up when we were basically pulling onto our street. Thanks.
I hate driving, especially long distances. I’ve been burned out from years of commuting to the last exit before the George Washington Bridge for years as well as having to drive six hours to get to college, long vacation drives and being the go-to person for getting my group of friends to and from concerts due to being the only one whose car can fit seven people (thank you based Ford Explorer). I’ve put a lot of miles on cars and seen a lot of shit. Anything from people reading the newspaper, to road head, to putting on makeup at 85 MPH. Having someone to talk to makes long drives infinitely better and more enjoyable. It makes the time go by, and honestly, I’ve had a lot of good heart to hearts on road trips.
Next time you ride shotgun, think of this. You are partially responsible as the copilot to getting everyone in the car to the destination in one piece and this duty should not be taken lightly. There’s not a lot of glamor and it’s a thankless job, but it is both necessary and important even if it is the job of an unsung hero. You are the grease to the well-oiled machine, so act like it. As Uncle Ben said, “With great power comes great responsibility.”.
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Having a death wish and a big rack. TSM.
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Couldn’t agree more Madoff. Worst I’ve had is a 9hr drive with a truck & trailer where the copilot fell asleep within 30 minutes and hardly woke up. Also, being awake isn’t enough. Get off your damn phone people
Did a cross country drive with Mrs TiredLady in a UHaul that shook like it was about to fall apart over 55 MPH. I hated it at the time but in retrospect it kept her – normally an egregious front-seat sleeper – awake for two days. Props to that shitty UHaul.
I think falling asleep in the car is in the wives’ rule book or something. The Mrs. falls asleep, without fail, every single time on a road trip.
When she says “wow, that was quick!” as she wakes up after a miserable drive
Tell this to my ladyfriend. It’s 7 friggin’ hours on I70 when we go see my parents and she’s been awake a total of two hours on both round trips
7 hours? You gotta fly, man.
Sub 10 hours, I’m probably driving if I have the time. Gas is cheap.
Depends on the locations. I can drive 7 hours to Chicago or get a round-trip for $100.
Once you’re out of college you need to realize what your time is worth. Is saving $200 really worth losing 10 hours?
Sometimes the dog wants to come on vacation too
Get your dog registered as an emotional support dog. It’s stupid easy to do.
It’s only like 4 hours lost considering flight time, dicking around at the airport, arranging kennel or whatever for dogs, and possibly having to rent a POS car.
I don’t mind driving and take a lot of back roads so I don’t really feel like I’m wasting my time.
I live on I-70, literally and figuratively. I’ll be on that black ribbon when the workday ends.
I would totally fly, but my parents live 3 hours from Kansas City and 3 hours from Wichita. There’s indirect flights to the podunk airport in Manhattan, KS, but it’s an hour away and I’d still want my own car to drive around anyway so not really worth it after airport time is considered. And that my friends, is one of the many reasons I don’t still live in North Central Kansas.
As a fellow native Kansan, if you’re going home to Salina it’s high time mom and dad start coming to see you.
Heck, Salina at least has more than two bars and some restaurants, they’re an hour north of there. They get one trip at year out of me, maybe two if I get to go to Manhattan for a recruiting trip for the company.
I hope it’s at least during pheasant season then.
My parents never got me a lifetime hunting license. My brother lives in fucking England now and he gets free hunting every season because they got him one when he was like 7. Have to be able to go a few days to make it worth the out-of-state cost.
I keep my ID where my hunting property is located. No way am I going to pay out of state hunting license fees when I’m paying property tax in that state.
I like your style, however, I live in Colorado so it often behooves me to have an in-state ID. *wink wink*
Elk > Pheasant
And marijuana. I’m an idiot.
That’ll happen when you smoke too much reefer
7 hours? You gotta fly, bro.
I can literally hear the rocky theme song playing as I read this
Why?
Because the article makes me feel motivated… it brings on that exciting feeling of a road trip, and the power of being a good shotgun copilot. It’s a compliment! My apologies if this comment came out poorly worded.