I will always maintain that Minnesotans are some crazy drivers. As the weather turns more and more towards winter every day, I grit my teeth thinking of how these loons will drive once the snow flies. Yesterday was a prime example.

I work in an office building right next to 394. Every day as I sit at my desk, I can hear the hum of traffic, and more often than I should, the squeal and crunch of accidents. Yesterday a woman in a small late model sedan rear-ended an SUV. I’ve become an expert at knowing just by the sound of the squealing tires if it will end badly.

I was trailgated by a delivery truck last night (in the right lane, even) all the way through the Lowry tunnel. If ever there was a bad spot to tailgate, that would be it. I managed to scrape him off with some quick avoidance moves, but when I’m looking at brakelights as far as the eye can see, why hurry?

In a way, I’m looking forward to the first snowfall. I like to find a vacant parking lot (there’s some prime ones in NE Minneapolis) and skid around for awhile to get my winter driving skills back.

Related posts:

1. Yet another reason to get out of the midwest….
2. An Open Letter to Highway 100
3. Lesson #1
4. In the event of a weather emergency, do not go near the windows.
5. The traffic lights on Highway 55 are maddening