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And I don't mean with sage.
Driving on it, last night, I was reminded of just how badly I hate that road.
For those that don't know, the FDR Drive is on the East Side of Manhattan, and hugs the East River all the way down. It's a nightmare to drive. Narrow lanes, no shoulders, barriers, and idiot drivers.
So last night, I'm driving the FDR. As I pass the Queensboro Bridge, a cab gets on. One of the minivans. The left blinker is on, blink. blink. blink. blink. The cab isn't getting over, and is going incredibly slowly. Then almost sideswipes a car in the middle lane. Ok then, this is going to be fun. Other Half is in the passenger seat, commenting on the wonderful driving one finds when on this hellhole at night. We watch the cab swerve left, swerve right, continue at 25mph (speed limit is 45, most people go 60 on this curvy, awful road) all the way down to 42nd. We're stuck behind him, because we have no clue what he's doing, his off-duty light seems to be on, but there are people in the car. So we just wait it out, like good little safe driving people.
He picked up speed, and got over into the middle lane. At this point, I started saying that Other Half should call the police, and let them know what's going on so they can grab him. I sped up a bit so we could look at his plate/token. Just about then, his left signal turns off, and he makes a move to go to the far left lane. I peek at his plate, get his number, and start harassing Other Half to call the police (his brain froze a bit, and I had to almost yell at him to do it, but he did). We were closing in on our exit at that point, and saw police and emergency vehicles headed the other way - I really hope the idiot didn't cause an accident.
I'm not even conveying the panic we felt, or just how moronic the actions of this guy were. It's nighttime, it's very dark, it's a curvy road that tends to be a bit slick and *very* bumpy, and with cars that really don't pay heed to those going slower than themselves. Lots of tailgaters, lots of horns, and one person who was acting like he wanted to be run down by a semi. Great combination.
Thank Goddess for defensive driving courses.
Driving on it, last night, I was reminded of just how badly I hate that road.
For those that don't know, the FDR Drive is on the East Side of Manhattan, and hugs the East River all the way down. It's a nightmare to drive. Narrow lanes, no shoulders, barriers, and idiot drivers.
So last night, I'm driving the FDR. As I pass the Queensboro Bridge, a cab gets on. One of the minivans. The left blinker is on, blink. blink. blink. blink. The cab isn't getting over, and is going incredibly slowly. Then almost sideswipes a car in the middle lane. Ok then, this is going to be fun. Other Half is in the passenger seat, commenting on the wonderful driving one finds when on this hellhole at night. We watch the cab swerve left, swerve right, continue at 25mph (speed limit is 45, most people go 60 on this curvy, awful road) all the way down to 42nd. We're stuck behind him, because we have no clue what he's doing, his off-duty light seems to be on, but there are people in the car. So we just wait it out, like good little safe driving people.
He picked up speed, and got over into the middle lane. At this point, I started saying that Other Half should call the police, and let them know what's going on so they can grab him. I sped up a bit so we could look at his plate/token. Just about then, his left signal turns off, and he makes a move to go to the far left lane. I peek at his plate, get his number, and start harassing Other Half to call the police (his brain froze a bit, and I had to almost yell at him to do it, but he did). We were closing in on our exit at that point, and saw police and emergency vehicles headed the other way - I really hope the idiot didn't cause an accident.
I'm not even conveying the panic we felt, or just how moronic the actions of this guy were. It's nighttime, it's very dark, it's a curvy road that tends to be a bit slick and *very* bumpy, and with cars that really don't pay heed to those going slower than themselves. Lots of tailgaters, lots of horns, and one person who was acting like he wanted to be run down by a semi. Great combination.
Thank Goddess for defensive driving courses.
k (seriously, does any respectable engineer design a freeway with a cloverf
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....or to put someone else between me and them. 
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