DRIVER'S SIDE DIATRIBE
By Al Vinikour   

Occasionally I read something that gives me such a tingle that it almost feels like it should be illegal. A friend of mine who is basically as twisted as I am sent me a list of recent mug shots and charges against some of the “finer” citizens of the Windy City.

DRIVER'S SIDE DIATRIBE
By Al Vinikour   

A reader I’ll call Don (primarily because that’s his name) wrote me to express his disgust with drivers who sit alongside you at a stoplight…and start creeping forward, inch-by-inch, so that by the time the light turns green again they’ve crept about two miles down the road.

DRIVER'S SIDE DIATRIBE
By Al Vinikour    

It’s amazing what passes for pathetic when it comes to vehicles. Among examples are convertibles with the top down but the windows up; a BMW or Mercedes with whitewall tires; vehicles with aftermarket vinyl roofs; and hub caps that cover steel wheels.

Let’s concentrate on the last example, shall we?

DRIVER'S SIDE DIATRIBE
By Al Vinikour   

Few things make me happier than somebody actually being held accountable for stupidity. There are many scenarios I can think of, like somebody looking down to either send or retrieve a text message and looking up just in time to realize he’s about to become the ultimate tree hugger.

DRIVER'S SIDE DIATRIBE
By Al Vinikour    

Whether you own a vehicle or are just using one, you often times come across a function you don’t know how to perform…or a button you haven’t a clue as to what it does.

DRIVER'S SIDE DIATRIBE
By Al Vinikour     

Several times a year I drive from Detroit to Chicago for a variety of reasons — one in Spring and one in Fall — and my kids live there. The Fall trip is a great drive because it’s always in early-October, just as the leaves are beginning to change and I don’t have to face the prospects of lake-effect snow in either direction.