We usually vacation the last three weeks in August. For various reasons, Road Trip 2010 started just a couple of days ago. Our destination: Atlanta, Ga.
NEW YORK – People are often shocked when they learn I drive in Manhattan. They call me brave, or certifiably nutty.
But driving in New York City is a breeze. There are streetlights on damn near every corner, which eliminates two of my biggest Montreal-driver peeves: Uncertainty (Is it my turn? Did I get here first? Does the other guy care?) and insanity (The guy in front of me stopped. If I just stick to his bumper, it’s like I stopped, too).
Bonus: In New York, you can watch The Dance of the Yellow Cabs in your rearview mirror.
This on-and-off-Broadway production features daring maneuvers and near-misses and is set to the music of curse words in a variety of languages and the occasional horn.