"What makes someone a bad driver?" Being a yak named Randy. Oh, and also being obsessed with trying to slow everyone else down because your passive-aggressive diseased psychology is the only thing you have left to live for, as opposed to those who have lives, places to be and who enjoy driving the roads of our beautiful nation in our awesome cars.

And as I said before, if Randy's obsession with slowing people down is because he lost someone he loved in an accident involving speeding, he has my full sympathy and condolences. But if I'm right and he's just a moralizing party pooper then I think we have to call a spade a spade.

Thank goodness he's still around after all this time! This site would be so dull without him!

No Randy, you need to leave. Most of you don't know it but Randy actually is the least qualified of any of us to comment on these matters. You see, Randy actually lives in a cave in a country you've never heard of where he herds yaks for a living. He's only seen automobiles on the internet on the one computer they have in their country. Actually, I think last year we established that Randy IS a yak (albeit a very talented one). You can tell though because half the words in his posts are spelled incorrectly and he generally rambles on something fierce. He's also obsessed with the one thing he cannot have, and that is speed. Or is it a large member? He seems curious about what it feels like to be a man:

"George do you feel more like a man driiving all the way up to 90 mph? Does that show your superior driving skills? Was that cool or what?"

Randy should really just be quiet, read and learn. What was it I said before? Oh, yes! I remember, "Yakkity Yak, don't talk back!" Ahhhh, Ha ha ha ha!!!

See ya later, Yak.