Korean people are horrible drivers (and yes, I'm aware that is a blanket general statement). Traffic signs and lights are merely suggestions and rarely followed.
Korea has one of the highest vehicular accident rates in the world. I'm convinced they're the worst drivers on the planet, but I've heard drivers in Southeast Asia and Central and South America are worse.
Traffic lights are frequently run and there are thousands of little moped drivers to whom no rules apply. Most food delivery drivers are on little mopeds and they cut people off, drive on sidewalks and make up their own rules. Oh, and they stare at me while they're zooming by at top moped speed. There's even a flower guy, whose entire bike is covered in flowers. I actually like him, though.
Also, inconsistent brake and accelerator pedal pushing is highly encouraged. Whenever I'm in a vehicle I feel like I'm in constant whiplash mode. And, when I'm on a bus, I'm constantly feeling like I'm going to vomit because the bus driver's foot is constantly springing forward and zooming back.
Drivers also like to leave the windshield wipers on when it's not raining, causing the wiper blades to screeeeeeeeeeeech back and forth across the windshield. I wonder how many times a year they have to replace those suckers?
This leaves me to my final point: honking the horn. I'm convinced drivers' hands are permanently attached to the car horn. They honk at everything, most often when it's not necessary.
Agnes' father drives me to one of my weekly classes. Thank god he doesn't speak English. He drives like a bat out of hell, swerves into on-coming traffic, zooms through lights and honks at air. I really do put my life into my own hands when I get in the car with him. But, at least it's not Agnes who's driving.
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