A friend and I drove from St. Louis to Chicago for a working four-day weekend. Chicago drivers aren't much like St. Louis drivers. In St. Louis we use turn signals and, while we may slowly roll through STOP signs, we at least acknowledge them. Chicagoans don't seem to grasp what STOP means. This city bristles with agitation and frenetic energy.
Nothing ever seems to slow down - including the drivers.
I seldom feel safe on strange roads. While on a recent trip to Southern California, I learned within 3 seconds of driving in Los Angeles to briskly accelerate or die. In Chicago, it's brake and swerve suddenly or die. All in all, I'm kind of missing St. Louis. I met a Vietnam vet and ended up having dinner with him.