I’ve Driven In Boston…
Boston, Massachusetts, that is. I’ve seen a cabbie do a U-turn on Mass Ave., across four lanes of traffic, from a standing stop at the curb. During rush hour. If this guy was driving in Boston instead of Tbilisi, he’d have a guy riding six inches from his bumper, laying on the horn with one hand while eating a crueller with the other, steering with his knees, and yelling SLOWPOKE out the window at him.
Apparently They Have A Knuckleheads”Я”Us In Latvia, Too
Pffft. In Boston, Everyone Drives Like This Every Day
I’ve lived a long time. For instance, I’ve lived long enough to see the words “650 Horsepower Ford Fiesta.”