Speaking of *****, I happen to have more than one female friend who really likes sex...a lot.

This corresponds to describing a detail-oriented person as anal.

It depends on how one feels about the other person at the time, as to whether one would describe the same personal characteristics disparagingly, neutrally, or admiringly.

So then, how would one describe a detail-oriented female person who likes sex...a lot?

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I regularly have kinda close calls with people in cars and truck passing me on my left.

They don't all fit into the same category.

This last year, a young man in a SUV has harrassed me about four times with high speed close calls, honking, yelling and throwing things at me.
This last time I got his license number and turned him into the police.
I told the police I could handle the insulting behavior and disrespect, but I worried about him inadvertently hitting me in the process of harrassing me.
Anyway, the police knocked on his front door and had a talk with him and his parents.

Speaking of the police, as an EMS helicopter pilot I frequently interact with the police.
They tell me a certain segment of the driving population tends to drift towards objects that catch their eye, and which they really mean to avoid.

In a different light, I think some drivers of large vehicles, such as the full-sized pickups and SUV's, resent the tiny bit of space taken up by a bicycle.
I think these folks got their super large vehicles as some sort of trophy, or as a symbol of power, and they resent bicyclists who either dare challenge their "rightful" command of road space, or who refuse to play the trophy/power game.

I also get "buzzed" by young men in highly-modified sports coupes.
I think they want to demonstrate their high degree of skill and daring by gambling with my life.

And then, I share the road with some real airheads who seem to see no reason to pay attention as long as they have the largest and heaviest vehicle.

All the above said, on one of the rare instances in which I drive a car (usually on a date with my wife), I came very close to a bicyclist without seeing him.
I didn't come close to hitting him.
I just got surprised by him.
He didn't do anything wrong.
I didn't see him.

When I see a car entering the road from the right, I make eye contact.
If I have any doubts about the eye contact, I give the driver and the whole world my best Marine Drill Instructor "HEP! HEP! HEP!".

Of course, this doesn't help with school buses and mega-trucks passing me on my left, inches away from my elbow.

I guess I could get one of those big trucks.

I could get a BIGGER truck.

My wife and I used to babysit for a lady (whose husband had a good job) so that she could go to work.

She needed to work in order to pay for her Suburban and the babysitter (me, us).

She needed the Suburban and the babysitter so she could go to work.

Yeah.

And I need a BIIIIIIIIG truck!