Three car rear-end situation on Tropicana East just before I95. Thanks fer screwin' up traffic, guys.
And someone broke the gate to our neighborhood again. Not sure how it could've happened, but the two outside corners on one gate are dented in. How does something like that happen?
5/11/2004
5/09/2004
Be My Neighbor
More about the neighborhood.
I saw a car completely stripped and up on blocks one morning. Stripped. Bare.
Last week I saw two guys get arrested at the local Albertsons.
There was an earthquake centered half a mile from my house.
Just down the street is where some lady in an SUV hit and killed a kid.
We like to say that the neighborhood has character.
I saw a car completely stripped and up on blocks one morning. Stripped. Bare.
Last week I saw two guys get arrested at the local Albertsons.
There was an earthquake centered half a mile from my house.
Just down the street is where some lady in an SUV hit and killed a kid.
We like to say that the neighborhood has character.
Let's Take A Tour
I bought a house.
It's a nice place. Gated community (which guards - they seem to be genuinely nice guys, too). Seems like a nice neighborhood.
But we're in Eastern Vegas. South of Boulder Station. Not a bad area, just, well, near Boulder Highway.
The first night I was moving stuff into the house a fire truck rumbled to a stop in front of the house. "Uh... Oh shit..." Then it took off and stopped two houses down. Eventually they wheeled my neighbor out on a stretcher. Bummer.
If you're not a local you might not know that most neighborhoods have a common wall. Typically it's made of cinderblocks or bricks and rings the entire neighborhood.
The speed limit near ours is 35 MPH. At 35 MPH, the average car could damage a section of wall by striking it head on. The driver would probably get hurt.
I came home from work one night. Noticed someone in an SUV with their hazard lights on. They were blocking a lane, pointed at the corner of the neighborhood wall. "Okay, someone with a broken car" thinks I.
So I move around it. I see bricks on the sidewalk. Hmm... SUV idiot probably bonked into the wall.
As I get further around I look over and notice a complete hole in the wall. Uh oh... There's a car in the yard. Far into the yard. You have to be going pretty fast to get a car completely through a cinderblock wall and into the yard.
Two days later someone put flowers by the wall. By now you should know what that means.
One thing I've noticed about the highways and the beltway here. Every day we'd see a new set of flowers somewhere.
Ominous.
It's a nice place. Gated community (which guards - they seem to be genuinely nice guys, too). Seems like a nice neighborhood.
But we're in Eastern Vegas. South of Boulder Station. Not a bad area, just, well, near Boulder Highway.
The first night I was moving stuff into the house a fire truck rumbled to a stop in front of the house. "Uh... Oh shit..." Then it took off and stopped two houses down. Eventually they wheeled my neighbor out on a stretcher. Bummer.
If you're not a local you might not know that most neighborhoods have a common wall. Typically it's made of cinderblocks or bricks and rings the entire neighborhood.
The speed limit near ours is 35 MPH. At 35 MPH, the average car could damage a section of wall by striking it head on. The driver would probably get hurt.
I came home from work one night. Noticed someone in an SUV with their hazard lights on. They were blocking a lane, pointed at the corner of the neighborhood wall. "Okay, someone with a broken car" thinks I.
So I move around it. I see bricks on the sidewalk. Hmm... SUV idiot probably bonked into the wall.
As I get further around I look over and notice a complete hole in the wall. Uh oh... There's a car in the yard. Far into the yard. You have to be going pretty fast to get a car completely through a cinderblock wall and into the yard.
Two days later someone put flowers by the wall. By now you should know what that means.
One thing I've noticed about the highways and the beltway here. Every day we'd see a new set of flowers somewhere.
Ominous.
Starting From Day One
Finally managed to move to Vegas. Been looking for a job here for years. Now I got one, and a house. I like this city.
But I hate the drivers.
I thought Seattle was bad. I thought San Francisco was bad. I thought Boston was the worst.
I was wrong.
Las Vegas seems to have attracted the worst of the worst.
Like Friday morning. Driving West on Tropicana, had just passed under I95 and was heading up the hill. I was in the middle lane of the three westbound lanes full of traffic. A pickup stopped in the median facing us. The wind caught something in the bed of the truck and dropped it into the lane next to me. The car to the left of me slammed on his brakes to avoid plowing into whatever fell out of the truck. I hit the gas - I knew what was going to happen. Sure enough -.
Oh, a few weeks ago I got rearended by a Mormon. Apparantly in Mormland if you believe hard enough, the guy in front of you doesn't actually exist. The whole time we're exchanging information I really just wanted to say "I'll bet even God didn't see that one coming."
When you listen to the traffic reports, you don't wonder if there's an accident, you wonder where it is.
People just do ... stupid ... things. Heading home a few days ago I ended up in the right lane behind someone who was weaving all over, slowing and speeding up, and spending a lot of time looking at his passenger. So I moved over a lane to the left to get around him. He speeds up and moves into my lane ahead of me. Then jumps into the far left lane and slams on his brakes. The guy he cuts off slams on his brakes, honks, and flips him off (all very well justified). So he honks back and flips off his poor victim. As if the entire thing wasn't his fault.
I saw a car overturned on the highway a few weeks ago. Long straight flat stretch. Why did he flip over?
I almost rearended someone when he freaked out and panick stopped because there was an ambulance in oncoming traffic.
Yellow lights mean go faster. Red lights mean nothing. You take you life in your hands if you're the first car into an intersection after a light change.
But I still like it here.
But I hate the drivers.
I thought Seattle was bad. I thought San Francisco was bad. I thought Boston was the worst.
I was wrong.
Las Vegas seems to have attracted the worst of the worst.
Like Friday morning. Driving West on Tropicana, had just passed under I95 and was heading up the hill. I was in the middle lane of the three westbound lanes full of traffic. A pickup stopped in the median facing us. The wind caught something in the bed of the truck and dropped it into the lane next to me. The car to the left of me slammed on his brakes to avoid plowing into whatever fell out of the truck. I hit the gas - I knew what was going to happen. Sure enough -
Oh, a few weeks ago I got rearended by a Mormon. Apparantly in Mormland if you believe hard enough, the guy in front of you doesn't actually exist. The whole time we're exchanging information I really just wanted to say "I'll bet even God didn't see that one coming."
When you listen to the traffic reports, you don't wonder if there's an accident, you wonder where it is.
People just do ... stupid ... things. Heading home a few days ago I ended up in the right lane behind someone who was weaving all over, slowing and speeding up, and spending a lot of time looking at his passenger. So I moved over a lane to the left to get around him. He speeds up and moves into my lane ahead of me. Then jumps into the far left lane and slams on his brakes. The guy he cuts off slams on his brakes, honks, and flips him off (all very well justified). So he honks back and flips off his poor victim. As if the entire thing wasn't his fault.
I saw a car overturned on the highway a few weeks ago. Long straight flat stretch. Why did he flip over?
I almost rearended someone when he freaked out and panick stopped because there was an ambulance in oncoming traffic.
Yellow lights mean go faster. Red lights mean nothing. You take you life in your hands if you're the first car into an intersection after a light change.
But I still like it here.
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