I'm a very safe driver. I don't cut anyone off, I always yield the right of way, and I never flash my brights when I feel the person in front of me is going too slow.
Why? I learned to drive in
It has nothing to do with Southern manners -- it’s because
posted by Kevin at
9:37 AM
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I'm a native New Yorker, living in Sydney, with manners taught in Texas (the accent only comes out when I've had a little bit to drink). I can say "I like ice cream" in several languages, but little else (although I'm learning "where is the Embassy" is also a good one to know.) I have a serious weakness for chocolate-chip cookies.
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At least when they hang the sawed-off on the rack in the truck cab window, you can SEE the damn thing.
I live in a major tourist area, where snow birds flock on a regular schedule and remind me, yet again, that all those rules about signals, using the left lane for a left turn, and coming to a full stop are just OPTIONS.
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Murphy Jacobs, at 12:28 AM
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