Ah Jesus, I've been neglectful. The title is a hook from a Rob Zombie song and also the subject of todays' entry.
Driving in the South takes on the same gentility that everything does, thus, one lets others out when applicable, heeds traffic signals and basically keeps it sane. We do have our faults mind you. They've attempted to rectify this with road signs that are symbolic as opposed to using actual words and limiting actual roadside policing.
Driving in California is a whole other ball game. Every time you get on the 'freeway' (it's an interstate and a TOLL road...but that's what they like to call it) you are guaranteed a near death experience. One of my most recent involved a woman in an older Camry cutting over FOUR lanes of traffic and nearly removing my front bumper in the process to make her exit. Scary!
Another distinct difference is this. There is always a 'back way' to anywhere you might need to go in the South. Back way is also known as the other way to get to where ever. Part of the reason behind the horrific traffic in California is there is no back way... to any where ... ever.. The result of this is large somewhat nicely (depending on what county and who's paying) paved lined parking lots. There is a town about twenty miles south of where I live and there is a pumpkin patch that you can see from the freeway. Yes, I'm sure you've already guessed, about this time every year people slow down to look and yes every year that area becomes it's own little parking lot for about 30 days. It's insane.
My point, Jesus, should you come to the States, let Madonnas drivers take you anywhere you might need to go. Just sit back and look pretty.
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