Just a few random observations...chronologically: My mom and I agreed that she wouldn't sign my N.Y. driver's permit until I cut my hair. By the time I finally did, at 18, I was so used to hitch hiking that I never signed up to take the test until another year had passed by. That was the year that the national speed limit went down to 55...and I was so young and dumb that I believed that 55 was REALLY the speed limit, and so I've always taken it seriously.
As I've told you all here, I have always been an almost comically safe driver...and that's the way I taught my kids to drive. They rolled their eyes when they were 13 and 15, and in the back seat, but neither has ever felt metal on metal...and that's a good thing. DO NOT TAILGATE...CHECK OVER YOUR SHOULDERS BEFORE LANE CHANGES...EVERY TIME...ASSume that the other guy is going to do something wrong, and keep your distance...and don't you ever get behind the wheel after you've cracked that second beer. It ain't rocket science. When in doubt, always let the other guy go first. Eye contact at a 4-way stop situation is always a good thing...but now I'm starting to sound too preachy!
All hail Lobster11 (blind spot advice), and 96tbird (shoulders check advice)!
On the subject of blinkers...I was driving my son's truck with his lil pop-up camper and his beautiful German Shepard behind me this past Sunday. Highway 365 coming down out of the North, NORTH Georgia mountains...a beautiful, wide open piece of divided highway, and I am tucked away in the right lane going 2 or 3 mph under the speed limit. Everyone else fell asleep, and I needed something to entertain myself, and I thought of this thread. In just about an hour I was passed by 44 cars (hey! it was Sunday over Memorial Day weekend)...9 of them used their directional signal. Do what you will with that bit of data.