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Missouri Sportswriter Murdered in Possible Road Rage Incident

Everyone is convinced their state has the worst drivers, just like everyone is convinced their state has the most unpredictable weather (If you don't like it, just wait 10 minutes!) and everyone is convinced they have the most eclectic taste in music (I listen to some of everything! You wouldn't believe my playlist.)
 
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This is a super small sample size #Alliteration, but I had to drive home from Florida due to some flight issues a few years ago and I found the roads stunningly stress-free until I got to the metro NY area. I was ready for the worst of the godforesaken American south, but nobody rode my ash until I got to Jersey and, especially, New York. Didn't even have to grip the steering wheel until I got to New York.

We drive from Connecticut to Virginia every year and the swear words come out as soon as I cross back into CT.
 
Everywhere is convinced their state has the worst drivers, just like everyone is convinced their state has the most unpredictable weather (If you don't like it, just wait 10 minutes!) and everyone is convinced they have the most eclectic taste in music (I listen to some of everything! You wouldn't believe my playlist.)

But this is true! My state's weather and my musical tastes are both much more unique than yours!
 
I've lived and driven all over. In no particular order:

SoCal: Put on your blinker and merge. You have to be doing 90-plus mph to get pulled over.

Seattle: Eight lanes going nine different directions

Portland: 5 and 405 are parking lots on Friday afternoon

Jax Flarda: Rednecks
 
Jax to me was a 50-50 mix of good ole boys and Northeastern transplants. I don't remember traffic being especially brutal.
 
I've lived and driven all over. In no particular order:

SoCal: Put on your blinker and merge. You have to be doing 90-plus mph to get pulled over.

Seattle: Eight lanes going nine different directions

Portland: 5 and 405 are parking lots on Friday afternoon

Jax Flarda: Rednecks

My parents took us to California for a last family trip before sonny boy (that's me) went to college in 1991. We met up with a friend of mine who was a few years older than me and he told my Dad to follow him as he trekked down the highway to show us some of the sights in L.A. My sister and I went with my friend while our parents rode behind us. My buddy was forking FLYING and we were like how the hell is Dad keeping up? But he did and I don't remember him complaining about the roads or the California drivers. Sorta crazy to think we used to just do that ship all the time without cell phones.
 
Jax to me was a 50-50 mix of good ole boys and Northeastern transplants. I don't remember traffic being especially brutal.
Drove in and around Jax for years because it'a where my late parents retired. Compared to Boston or any other northeastern metro area, it was a cinch.
 
Backing into one's driveway has its time and place, irrespective of one's boutique preferences. If you live in an area that might receive evacuation orders (for, say, a wildfire), having the trunk/back end closer to the house and a clear path into the roadway can be beneficial.

And, pashing along a tip I heard a few years ago: If it is wildfire season (or whatever disaster might befall your region season), keep your gas tank as full as possible. Never know when you might get stuck in a line of fellow fleeing motorists and use a forkton of gas waiting and waiting and waiting.
 

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