"Honk If You're Funny" — 37 Driving Tweets That'll Curb Your Road Rage

There was a time when getting in the car and just driving was one of life’s simple pleasures. Windows down, good music, open road. No destination required. Just you and the pavement and the quiet satisfaction of going somewhere, anywhere, at whatever speed felt right.

That guy is gone. I’m pretty sure traffic killed him.

I don’t know exactly when it happened. Maybe it was the tenth time I watched someone blow through a red light with their face six inches from their phone screen.

Maybe it was the DoorDash guy double-parked in the only moving lane on a two-lane street, hazards blinking like that somehow makes it okay, while twelve cars stacked up behind him like we all just had nowhere to be.

Maybe it was the moment I realized that “rush hour” is now less of a time of day and more of a permanent condition of human civilization.

And look, I want to love driving. That part of me isn’t totally dead. Every now and then I’ll catch an empty stretch of highway on a Sunday morning and feel it again, that old flicker.

But then gas hits over five bucks a gallon in Chicago — north of $6 in some neighborhoods, and even the idea of a joy ride starts to feel like a financial decision that needs to go through committee.

So instead of driving, I cope. I scroll. And it turns out there are a lot of people out there processing the exact same road-induced trauma in 280 characters or less. These are their stories.