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OT - Story: Midle of the night driving Rant
It's late at night, and I'm having a tough time with pain. Of
course, Bob is practicing for a gold medal in the World Champion Annual Snore Festival, a contest he has won for seventeen years running. Knowing that it's totally illogical and unfair to be ticked at him for having a good night's sleep while I'm sitting here in pain, I decided to write abut driving - someting I'd much rather be doing doing instead of waiting for pain meds to kick in. Besides, it beats rating the sores coming from the other end of the house. And yes, I want him to be able to sleep, even if I can't. No house is big enough for two sleepless, cranky people; and I think I have that department covered. So, without further ado, here are the three places I will not drive: --------------------- There are three places where I would never, ever drive again - and I'm an experienced Boston driver. I've seen fifteen car accidents, people duking it out on the median strip and a porta potty all set up in the middle lane of the highway. Very little frightens me, and I've been trained to expect anything from any other driver. Even my lightnig fast reflexes didn't help me in the following places: 1. Paris. I made the mistake of stopping for a red light on a Friday afternoon in Paris. (Amanda and I were lost, and I thought I'd use the few moments to help get my bearings) Silly me. All of a sudden, cars and taxicabs were flowing around me - on the street, on the sidewalk, on two wheels, you name it. Remember the animal stampede scene in "The Lion King?" Imagine a woman and a little girl in a rental car in the middle of the savannah and you have the exact picture. BTW, in Paris or any other city with a reputation for tourist car thefts, I have the solution. Put a car seat, a "happy meal box" and some motherly looking trash in the vehicle. Grocery bags also work well, as do bath towels safety pinned to the seats (to keep them from getting hot). The key is to make it look as if a harried, local mom just parked the car there for a moment. You know, the kind that would be sure to show up if a thief stole the car and went to trial. Not the tourist kind that will take their coverage from Hertz and skip a trial months late at their own expense. Amanda and I like to stop at the little quickie mart attached to any/every gas station and pick out name bumper stickers. Not our names of course, but the names we've picked for the course of the vacation. The bumper stickers make the car look local, and cover any stupid rental car advertising. When we were parked in front of our hotel in Montparnasse, every vehicle on the street was broken into but ours. The other cars were all obviously expensive rental cars, and we had a bottom of the line German-made Ford Ka, complete with happy meal boxes and empty Diet Cokes. No one bothered with us, since we were obviously poor and local. 2. Montreal. This one came as a surprise to me, but those people are totally freaking insane drivers. Maybe it's because they want to be like the French, but better (see item #1). Or it's because there is so much salt on the roads up there that they are driving 900 mph to get where they're going before the cars rust away. Either way, it's darned scary. Oh yes, just to add to the fun around Montreal, there are a bunch of Indian reservations. The people living there have what appear to be some real gripes, but their way of getting the government's attention is to light humongous bonfires in the middle of the main roads leading into Montreal. (which is an island. Close off a few roads, you close off the city) Perhaps people are afraid of being trapped in the next revolt on the wrong side of the reservation, so they drive twice as quickly while passing through. Unless they're buying tax-free cigarettes or gasoline, in which case they scoot on or off the road without warning. Amusningly, the Quebecois try to outdo Parisians in everything - ncluding a reputation for rudeness. We were treated very kindly in Paris, although I promised that I wouldn't let word of that to get around. Montreal, however, was another story. If someone could be mean to us, they went out of their way to do so. At first I thought we were wearing secret "kick me" signs, but now I know it's because we're English speakers aad because they are unusually nasty people. 3. Anywhere in Italy. Put a million cars in a space meant for a couple of thousand, add a bunch of roads designed 2,000 years ago and the stereotypical Italian love for a good, loud argument, and you have driving in Italy. It's like bumper car races without the old guy telling you that your three minutes are up. Of course, screaming fights erupt constantly, with old people, passersby, drivers who weren't involved in the accident and stray dogs all joining in for the entertainment value. (I've never seen as many stray dogs as I did in Italy) Everyone joins in, except the police, of course. They're all back at the station, steadfastly ignoring calls to direct traffic, because they are too busy issuing theft reports for tourists to bring to the American Express office. Heaven forbid they arrest the pickpockets instead of simply spending their days writing slips and telling foolish Americans that "it happens all the time." I think that the only requirement for becoming a police officer in Italy is a typing test. (for typing those wretched yellow slips of paper) If you can type more than five words a minute, you're outta there. Compared to all these places, driving in Boston is a lark. All we have are streets laid out by cows (our road pattern is based on old cow paths, according to folklore), a huge construction project designed to put fourteen lanes of traffic under the city while keeping the roads on top still intact, and drivers who think that all those signs and lights were put there for decoration. As long as you keep moving, you're fine. Why? Because the city froze the number of permits for parking spaces back in the early 1970's, concluding that if people had no place to park, they would leave their cars in the suburbs and take public transportation. It was a foolish idea, made even more foolish by the corresponding decision to slash the budget for public transportation. If the parking idea had actually worked, the city would have imploded, because there's no way that the buses and trains would have been able to handle the ridership. So, the City, continuing in its infinite wisdom, decided to issue parking permits, so that only residents could utilize scarce spots. Only two flaws there - It's insanely easy to get a resident parking permit. Simply present a piece of mail with your name on it and the address you claim to have, and voila' you're a resident. I knew many cow orkers who typed an envelope, ran it through the postage meter and established residency in about fifteen seconds. Not that it mattered much - there are an infinite number of permits issued for a very limited number of spaces. Happily, I live in the 'burbs, where my car has its own little home in the driveway. Heck - we even have extra off street spots for company. It's getting a little dull around here though - perhaps I should try to park my car in someone else's shoveled out spot for a little excitement. If I park in the North End (Boston's Little Italy), it'll be remarkably like driving in Rome. Except for the gypsy pickpocket children, of course. Kathy N-V Kathy N-V |
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Ain't that the truth. Unfortuately.
' Montreal, however, was another story. If someone could be mean to us, they went out of their way to do so. At first I thought we were wearing secret "kick me" signs, but now I know it's because we're English speakers aad because they are unusually nasty people. " Paula |
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I related this part of the story to Mike, a Canadian from NB originally, and
he agreed emphatically. Driving through Quebec during a blizzard he was being passed at 90 MPH while he was doing 30. Cars that passed him would show up a couple miles down the road in the ditch and the ditches were filling fast. Its not unique to Quebec, of course, since we see that happen during ice storms in WI/MN as well. Diana ps. whenever I mention your stories, Kathy, all I have to do is call you the Zeebree lady and Mike knows just who Im talking about. :-) -- Weird people need beads, too "Kathy N-V" wrote in message 2. Montreal. This one came as a surprise to me, but those people are totally freaking insane drivers. Maybe it's because they want to be like the French, but better (see item #1). Or it's because there is so much salt on the roads up there that they are driving 900 mph to get where they're going before the cars rust away. Either way, it's darned scary. Oh yes, just to add to the fun around Montreal, there are a bunch of Indian reservations. The people living there have what appear to be some real gripes, but their way of getting the government's attention is to light humongous bonfires in the middle of the main roads leading into Montreal. (which is an island. Close off a few roads, you close off the city) Perhaps people are afraid of being trapped in the next revolt on the wrong side of the reservation, so they drive twice as quickly while passing through. Unless they're buying tax-free cigarettes or gasoline, in which case they scoot on or off the road without warning. Amusningly, the Quebecois try to outdo Parisians in everything - ncluding a reputation for rudeness. We were treated very kindly in Paris, although I promised that I wouldn't let word of that to get around. Montreal, however, was another story. If someone could be mean to us, they went out of their way to do so. At first I thought we were wearing secret "kick me" signs, but now I know it's because we're English speakers aad because they are unusually nasty people. |
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You are so right about driving in Montreal! We flew into Montreal and drove
up to Quebec City to vacation. The people in Quebec were really welcoming, and driving there wasn't that difficult (despite the fact that the roads in Old Quebec predate automobiles). But driving in the city of Montreal was definitely an experience. Last year we went to New York City and just took public transportation everywhere. It was nice to vacation without a car. "Kathy N-V" wrote in message . giganews.com... It's late at night, and I'm having a tough time with pain. Of course, Bob is practicing for a gold medal in the World Champion Annual Snore Festival, a contest he has won for seventeen years running. Knowing that it's totally illogical and unfair to be ticked at him for having a good night's sleep while I'm sitting here in pain, I decided to write abut driving - someting I'd much rather be doing doing instead of waiting for pain meds to kick in. Besides, it beats rating the sores coming from the other end of the house. And yes, I want him to be able to sleep, even if I can't. No house is big enough for two sleepless, cranky people; and I think I have that department covered. So, without further ado, here are the three places I will not drive: --------------------- There are three places where I would never, ever drive again - and I'm an experienced Boston driver. I've seen fifteen car accidents, people duking it out on the median strip and a porta potty all set up in the middle lane of the highway. Very little frightens me, and I've been trained to expect anything from any other driver. Even my lightnig fast reflexes didn't help me in the following places: 1. Paris. I made the mistake of stopping for a red light on a Friday afternoon in Paris. (Amanda and I were lost, and I thought I'd use the few moments to help get my bearings) Silly me. All of a sudden, cars and taxicabs were flowing around me - on the street, on the sidewalk, on two wheels, you name it. Remember the animal stampede scene in "The Lion King?" Imagine a woman and a little girl in a rental car in the middle of the savannah and you have the exact picture. BTW, in Paris or any other city with a reputation for tourist car thefts, I have the solution. Put a car seat, a "happy meal box" and some motherly looking trash in the vehicle. Grocery bags also work well, as do bath towels safety pinned to the seats (to keep them from getting hot). The key is to make it look as if a harried, local mom just parked the car there for a moment. You know, the kind that would be sure to show up if a thief stole the car and went to trial. Not the tourist kind that will take their coverage from Hertz and skip a trial months late at their own expense. Amanda and I like to stop at the little quickie mart attached to any/every gas station and pick out name bumper stickers. Not our names of course, but the names we've picked for the course of the vacation. The bumper stickers make the car look local, and cover any stupid rental car advertising. When we were parked in front of our hotel in Montparnasse, every vehicle on the street was broken into but ours. The other cars were all obviously expensive rental cars, and we had a bottom of the line German-made Ford Ka, complete with happy meal boxes and empty Diet Cokes. No one bothered with us, since we were obviously poor and local. 2. Montreal. This one came as a surprise to me, but those people are totally freaking insane drivers. Maybe it's because they want to be like the French, but better (see item #1). Or it's because there is so much salt on the roads up there that they are driving 900 mph to get where they're going before the cars rust away. Either way, it's darned scary. Oh yes, just to add to the fun around Montreal, there are a bunch of Indian reservations. The people living there have what appear to be some real gripes, but their way of getting the government's attention is to light humongous bonfires in the middle of the main roads leading into Montreal. (which is an island. Close off a few roads, you close off the city) Perhaps people are afraid of being trapped in the next revolt on the wrong side of the reservation, so they drive twice as quickly while passing through. Unless they're buying tax-free cigarettes or gasoline, in which case they scoot on or off the road without warning. Amusningly, the Quebecois try to outdo Parisians in everything - ncluding a reputation for rudeness. We were treated very kindly in Paris, although I promised that I wouldn't let word of that to get around. Montreal, however, was another story. If someone could be mean to us, they went out of their way to do so. At first I thought we were wearing secret "kick me" signs, but now I know it's because we're English speakers aad because they are unusually nasty people. 3. Anywhere in Italy. Put a million cars in a space meant for a couple of thousand, add a bunch of roads designed 2,000 years ago and the stereotypical Italian love for a good, loud argument, and you have driving in Italy. It's like bumper car races without the old guy telling you that your three minutes are up. Of course, screaming fights erupt constantly, with old people, passersby, drivers who weren't involved in the accident and stray dogs all joining in for the entertainment value. (I've never seen as many stray dogs as I did in Italy) Everyone joins in, except the police, of course. They're all back at the station, steadfastly ignoring calls to direct traffic, because they are too busy issuing theft reports for tourists to bring to the American Express office. Heaven forbid they arrest the pickpockets instead of simply spending their days writing slips and telling foolish Americans that "it happens all the time." I think that the only requirement for becoming a police officer in Italy is a typing test. (for typing those wretched yellow slips of paper) If you can type more than five words a minute, you're outta there. Compared to all these places, driving in Boston is a lark. All we have are streets laid out by cows (our road pattern is based on old cow paths, according to folklore), a huge construction project designed to put fourteen lanes of traffic under the city while keeping the roads on top still intact, and drivers who think that all those signs and lights were put there for decoration. As long as you keep moving, you're fine. Why? Because the city froze the number of permits for parking spaces back in the early 1970's, concluding that if people had no place to park, they would leave their cars in the suburbs and take public transportation. It was a foolish idea, made even more foolish by the corresponding decision to slash the budget for public transportation. If the parking idea had actually worked, the city would have imploded, because there's no way that the buses and trains would have been able to handle the ridership. So, the City, continuing in its infinite wisdom, decided to issue parking permits, so that only residents could utilize scarce spots. Only two flaws there - It's insanely easy to get a resident parking permit. Simply present a piece of mail with your name on it and the address you claim to have, and voila' you're a resident. I knew many cow orkers who typed an envelope, ran it through the postage meter and established residency in about fifteen seconds. Not that it mattered much - there are an infinite number of permits issued for a very limited number of spaces. Happily, I live in the 'burbs, where my car has its own little home in the driveway. Heck - we even have extra off street spots for company. It's getting a little dull around here though - perhaps I should try to park my car in someone else's shoveled out spot for a little excitement. If I park in the North End (Boston's Little Italy), it'll be remarkably like driving in Rome. Except for the gypsy pickpocket children, of course. Kathy N-V Kathy N-V |
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Dear Kathy;
I really enjoy your online stories - I admit that I have even done a search to go back and read some of them! I am sorry that you have such pain, especially when you give such enjoyment!! Someday you should take all your online story posts and put them into a book - your short life stories are wonderful!!! Thank you Denise R Glitzy Glass Studio www.needbeads.com www.glassbeadz.com |
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I related this part of the story to Mike, a Canadian from NB
originally, and he agreed emphatically. Driving through Quebec during a blizzard he was being passed at 90 MPH while he was doing 30. Cars that passed him would show up a couple miles down the road in the ditch and the ditches were filling fast. Its not unique to Quebec, of course, since we see that happen during ice storms in WI/MN as well. Oh hell yeah!!!! I grew up in Central PA, right off I-81. I would cringe any time I saw a Quebec license plate. They'd just as soon run you off the road if you're not driving fast enough (which isn't usually a problem for me LOL) and the concept of turn signals is totally alien to them. grrrrr KarenK |
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the concept of turn signals is totally alien to
them. grrrrr Maybe cars in Quebec aren't equipped with turn signals, LOL. ...Stephanie.. |
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Just have to put my 2c's in here. I'd have to say that in all the
driving I've seen in the states the WORST drivers I ever saw were in Salt Lake City. Even LA wasn't that bad (at least they understood "law of tonnage" {80,000 lbs vs 3000lbs}) Or Chicago (just remember to watch for low underpasses) New York? Atlanta? Dallas/Ft Worth? Piece of cake. Just don't ask me to find anything in Portland, OR. I'm garaunteed to get lost there (for some reason I just suffer from permanent brain farts there) Later, Helen C Stephanie wrote: the concept of turn signals is totally alien to them. grrrrr Maybe cars in Quebec aren't equipped with turn signals, LOL. ..Stephanie.. |
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I'd have to say that in all the driving I've seen in the states the WORST
drivers I ever saw were in Salt Lake City. I totally agree with you!! Do you realize that we used to NOT require a driving test at all before giving a license? All that was needed was a parent's or guardian's assurance that the person had driven at least 30 hours, 10 hours of that in the dark. When it became painfully obvious that so many people here really could NOT drive worth a damn, they started to require a driving test AND and at least 40 hours driving experience. I sure hope it helps - it certainly can't hurt!! Carol in SLC New stuff: http://members.aol.com/carolinslc/kalera2.jpg |
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"Kathy N-V" wrote: 2. Montreal. This one came as a surprise to me, but those people are totally freaking insane drivers. Maybe it's because they want to be like the French, but better (see item #1). Or it's because there is so much salt on the roads up there that they are driving 900 mph to get where they're going before the cars rust away. Either way, it's darned scary. Then why the heck do they come to Florida in the winter and totally screw up traffic by driving slow????? Linda2 |
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