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MYTH: Chinese people suck ass at driving.

FACT: Debatable right down to the “t,” but rest assured that this Chinese person here could probably smoke most of you any day with my family car.

MYTH: Angry Chinese Driver must be one of those individuals who screams and swears with frustration constantly, even when not behind the wheel.

FACT: Quite the contrary, actually. Yeah, I never hesitate to return birds and the occasional obscene word might escape my mouth, but I love driving so much that poor-driving instances only bother me until I exploit an article out of it. And I’m a pretty chill guy away from the driver’s seat.

MYTH: Okay…fine. Well, you have no life!

FACT: Hmm…would you say I have a life if I revealed that my interests are:

• Facebook (even mobile…okay I guess this doesn’t count for “having a life”)
• The gorgeous Audi RS4 (I’d die for one…and die of a heart attack after getting one)
• Playing around with my jailbroken iPod Touch (there’s nothing like beatboxing!)
• Shopping at the GAP (exclusively)
• Dreaming of past European vacations (oh, Switzerland…)
• Pwning n00bs at Counter-Strike: Source (Potent Potable is my screen name)
• Politics (moderates ftw!)
• Gangsta Rap (you know it)
• And I guess school (but pretty much the social/res life, first-year at York doesn’t demand much)?

It doesn’t matter what you think, I’m perfectly content. But if you share the same interests, that’s definitely cool!

MYTH: Alright, fine…well since you think you’re all that, I’m gonna type a half-assed comment full of typos and mistakes!

FACT: NO! Don’t even bother to write anything if your an idiot n yuo dont’ no howe 2 right proper english [sic]! At least take advantage of my grammar lessons before making a fool of yourself!

MYTH: FINE! You know what, I’m done with this stupid blog!

FACT: HEY HEY HEY! Don’t call it a blog, I HATE that word! (It’s so clichéd and brings about the wrong stereotypes.)

CONCLUSION: Really, who cares about the writer? It’s all about the principles behind Angry Chinese Driver!

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Driving is defined in three parts: skill, strategy, and art.

Making turns without over-/under-steering is skill. Turning well enough to avoid feeling G forces attack your passengers is skill. Braking softly enough so that you don’t feel the thud of the stop is skill.

Always looking for the next possible open space to pass is strategy. Being stuck at a red light behind two cars in two lanes and picking to follow the newer one is strategy (the assumption is that if both cars are equally slow, the newer model is always more powerful, UNLESS the older model vehicle is a higher-class brand; click here for a detailed explanation). Baiting fast cars in case there are cops is strategy (you may not win the race, but at least you won’t be slapped with fines and points; expect a post about this in the near future).

Gracefully cruising at 160km/h or more in an open stretch of road is art (kinda like in commercials). Shredding that perfect “drift” in snow in an empty parking lot on a beautiful Canadian winter day/night is art. Pulling out into the oncoming lane to pass and feeling your heart race as your tachometer redlines is art. I love driving, I’ve always wanted to drive ever since I was a toddler.

But I don’t race, period. Well, not directly anyway…my constant goal is to avoid being passed (and I rarely do, unless I’m purposefully driving slow), and I put the pedal to the metal to achieve that goal if there’s competition. However, I never look the driver in the eye or do anything to acknowledge that a race has been initiated. Because street racing is BAD. But two drivers pushing their vehicles to the limit for completely individual reasons (and just happen to be doing it together at the same time) is perfectly acceptable.

And that’s pretty much my public life story. One last thing to note, though, is the fact that I’m prohibited by my parents from owning a car until years from now, which means that my beloved Audi RS4 will have to wait patiently for me. Why? Because of re-occurring instances like the one below (not to mention getting a ticket on the 407 within a year of getting my license)…

On a two-lane road in beautiful Prince Edward Island.

Angry Chinese Driver proudly writes from Toronto, Canada, arguably the best city in the world!