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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