Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Virginia is for lovers, and Massachusetts is for assholes
Ah, Beantown. Known for its Irish pubs, free flowing beer, and terrible drivers. In an impromptu poll, Boston was voted to be the place "most likely to come to a completely stop in the left lane for no reason." And not in traffic either. Oh no, its a beautiful morning. God forbid it rains.
Ah rain, the kryptonite of any Bostonians driving ability (however little there is). On a normal day, its quite common to see drivers talking on a cell phone, shaving, or on rare occasions, cutting their hair while on their morning commute. But if one
single drop of precipitation falls then all hell breaks loose.
There are 2 types of rain drivers. The first drives like they are surrounded by cops in a funeral procession. Once I was lucky enough to ride the brake for my entire 25 mile commute. Awesome.
The second prefers the stealth driving approach. They turn off the headlights and drive no less than twice the speed limit in an effort hydroplane the entire way to their destination. Why use common sense when you can test common laws of physics?
So that's the rub. The choice to go slow and steady, reaching work alive, or throw caution to the wind and actually get to work on the same day you left. I've decided to dedicate the remainder of my vacation days to taking off rainy days (strangely enough, everything goes smoothly in the snow).
Labels: city life
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