The guy in the blue Plymouth Horizon ignored the signs, the cones and waited until the last possible minute to make his move, nearly causing an epic disaster on the Highland side of the Mid-Hudson Bridge. OK, it was me who did the screaming. But I screamed on behalf of anyone who drives up here, which is just about everyone. And you all know how it is.
Every day brings a new adventure.
And there's the Rhodes scholar who weaves in and out of traffic on the Thruway at 110 mph, flashing his brights at everyone. It's a concrete jungle out there. And it's full of wildlife, too. And how many times have you reconsidered, thinking that somewhere behind the civilized suburban veneer and tinted windows of the Ford Mastodon SUV that just passed you, somewhere in there lurks a motoring maniac who's packing a bazooka. But starting now, there's a place to turn, to burn off some stomach acid, to vent your frustration at kids tailgating you in mom's Jaguar and nimrods who insist on doing 35 mph in the passing lane on the Quickway during the morning rush hour.