I don't think I've ever driven in SF - every time I've visited I've relied on friends & taxis.
LA drivers annoy me, but I think it's just that the driving cultures in LA vs the East Coast cities I'm used to are so different.
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I don't think I've ever driven in SF - every time I've visited I've relied on friends & taxis.
LA drivers annoy me, but I think it's just that the driving cultures in LA vs the East Coast cities I'm used to are so different.
I still remember white-knuckling my way through the Caldecott Tunnel and over the Bay Bridge for the first time at 19, and damn near having to pull over and throw up at the end of the drive
Hence, why I Do Not take the motorcycle over to the East Bay. GG Bridge is fine, though. Fun, even. Bay Bridge? Fuck, no.
LA drivers annoy me, but I think it's just that the driving cultures in LA vs the East Coast cities I'm used to are so different.
See, driving in LA doesn't phase me because it's so similar to Miami driving. Before the first time I went to LA everyone was all "Oh, the drivers, the drivers!" and I got out there and was like "What? I don't see it."
Only place that's ever phased me driving-wise was downtown Chicago, oddly enough.
I always had a great time driving in SF! I was always in rental cars and loved trying to catch a little air on some of the big hills.
Yeah, I think the fact that I kept having to drive in strange cities in rental cars for work, and not know where I was going, made ALL cities seem freaky and ACK, but also "whatever", at some point...
Driving in Orlando makes me fear for my life quite regularly. The natives are insane and seem to adhere to an insane set of rules, like stacking three+ cars in a median waiting for a left turn and then all turning in tandem and jockeying for one lane, and then there are all the tourists who are totally unpredictable added to the mix.
Also Cincinnati drove me a little nuts, the big thing that stunned me there was the number of drivers who would come to a complete stop and the end on an onramp and sit waiting for a break in traffic to then pull out. I'd come up the onramp at freeway speed expecting to actually merge into traffic and there'd be some nutjob just sitting in the middle of the lane.
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Only place that's ever phased me driving-wise was downtown Chicago, oddly enough.
Really? I've never driven SF but it seems white-knuckle worthy. Chicago doesn't bother me...except for the cabbies who think non-cabbies don't exist and try moving into your lane when you're still in it.
OMG, speaking of. I seriously thought I was going to be killed on my commute yesterday morning. Driving along in normal rush hour traffic (which is close quarters and about 70 mph) a car zooms up next to me...IN BETWEEN ME AND THE CAR IN THE LANE NEXT TO ME!! Came in between us. And then zoomed in front of me only missing my front end because I swerved into the shoulder. Then, that car continued it's crazy ways for as long as I could see it. I honestly about had a heart attack.
Cincinnati driving makes me crazy because the highway exits have ZERO relation to the Google maps version of said exits. Which I realize is more Google's fault than Cincy's, but I can't even tell you the number of times I've driven back and forth across the Kentucky border looking for an exit that I later determined did not exist.
Also Cincinnati drove me a little nuts, the big thing that stunned me there was the number of drivers who would come to a complete stop and the end on an onramp and sit waiting for a break in traffic to then pull out. I'd come up the onramp at freeway speed expecting to actually merge into traffic and there'd be some nutjob just sitting in the middle of the lane.
Ay. Every morning, that's my commute. "Merge" is apparently a foreign word. (OTOH, I got a ticket this morning, so maybe I'm not the best person to complain about bad drivers.)
Cincinnati driving makes me crazy because the highway exits have ZERO relation to the Google maps version of said exits. Which I realize is more Google's fault than Cincy's, but I can't even tell you the number of times I've driven back and forth across the Kentucky border looking for an exit that I later determined did not exist.
Really? Now I want to Google map my drive home. Maybe I will!
In PA they put stop signs at the end of on-ramps. I just don't get it.
Driving dowtown Chicago used to freak me out until I drove a horse-and-carriage. Now it's pretty rare for any kind of traffic to phase me. I wouldn't look forward to a cab ride in Jamaica, though.