| By contrast, in California, residents seem all too willing to drop back to let you merge with them. |
if you're a quick study, all it takes is one ticket for refusal to yield (which, if you get argumentative bout things can easily be modified to include following too close).
there are a few other areas in which drivers from michigan differ from californians. i learned to drive in detroit so i was very conscientious bout pedestrians. things may be different now, but back in da day, driving was more than just going from point a to point b; as soon as one got behind the wheel, it was considered a sacred duty to keep feet off the roadway. if ratzo rizzo had ventured into the motor city and tried his lil hoodbanging tactic, he woulda been shipped back to nyc in a bag. and on the bus.
(the first time i drove thru the streets of los angeles, i was flabbergasted to see a guy in a wheelchair nonchalantly begin making his way across lincoln in venice. i hit the gas and swerved into the northbound lanes but he was very skilled and i barely nicked his ass--altho, to be honest, he really had made it onto the sidewalk by then. i remember asking my companion of the moment if my target might be on some kinda drugs which deluded him into thinking a couple white lines could stop a 3 ton vehicle.)
you musta not been here when it was raining or you woulda forgot all our elaborate merging ritual. you aint seen nothin til youve seen .02" of rain turn streets and freeways into demolition derbies. there are few sights more amusing than the look on the face of a driver realizing a few seconds too late the counterproductivity of standing on the brake pedal and and franticaly steering in a direction opposite from the one into which he is skidding.