2.07.2013

Driving in Pierre

Rumor has it that I'm a very laid back driver. I blame this on my father, who taught me how to drive. He is definitely one of those people that enjoys the journey (in his case, a leisurely drive) as much as, or more than the destination.

In Pierre, I am the Masshole.

In the past month, I've witnessed some of the slowest right-hand turns known to man. People brake for the geese. Pedestrians here would be pancakes in the city. The post office is close to a busy intersection and the only parking is on the street. People routinely park, look at the cars making the left, put out their hand in the universal 'stop' motion, and cross right through traffic. Granted, by traffic I mean two cars, but still those shenanigans would get you at least maimed somewhere else.

While it can be somewhat frustrating, the slow pace does have its bonuses. I can make left hand turns across traffic that I wouldn't even dream of trying back in PA or New England. The streets are really wide, so street parking is not terrifying. My commute to work is all of 5 minutes, and that's if I hit every light red. Generally, my top speed in town is barely 25 mph, but to compensate the highways are 75.

And on a completely unrelated note, here's a picture of Cleo being adorable in PA:

2 comments:

  1. Looks like you are adjusting well. Love the randomness of Cleo.

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