Post #222,169
9/1/05 10:11:40 AM
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That's what I'm telling you
There are on some ramps here that are so bad, with merge lanes so short, that you can have things appear right behind you.
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Post #222,207
9/1/05 12:42:33 PM
9/1/05 12:44:21 PM
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Exactly
And worse even, was the fact that the Fire Station was RIGHT behind me (around the corner to the left), so that I heard the siren while entering the long curbed turn lane (more like a huge Y road), and glanced back to see it turning behind me.
I got out of the way, I just had to move forward, I couldn't go sideways, no where to go there.
Brenda
Edit: Peter, I'm not saying I NEVER am at fault. Of course I am, everyone is sometimes, we're only human. But in this case, he was out of the station and behind me just as I entered the Y-road and there was virtually no time or warning.
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Edited by Nightowl
Sept. 1, 2005, 12:44:21 PM EDT
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Post #222,230
9/1/05 1:56:54 PM
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Some of the worst one *I* know about...
Were within 3 or 4 miles of Beeps House.
Let alone, New York... where you best have a car that can go from 0-50 in a heart bea and 50-0 in less than a heart beat.
That's just to get out of your driveway/alley/service road. Trust me when I say you just ain't seen aggressive driving until you are right in Jamacia, Queens in New York on the main drag in Queens.
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Post #222,232
9/1/05 2:04:39 PM
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I'm thinking PA Tunrpike
Some of them have the 5-foot barriers between the lanes, which you can't see over unless you're in a semi, and merge lanes sometimes about two car lengths.
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Post #222,236
9/1/05 2:10:12 PM
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Buncha wimps
Just call it accelerated evolution.
Darwin in action. Driver incapable of handling the situation, you die. And there is a good chance your kids die with you, which means your genes won't spread any further.
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Post #222,330
9/1/05 6:33:59 PM
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Might just be Darwin in action...
...Because it sure wasn't intelligent design....
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Post #222,363
9/1/05 9:08:22 PM
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There are multiple evolved strategies for this problem
The one that I've evolved to use is called "avoidance".
Cheers, Ben
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Post #222,419
9/2/05 7:00:18 AM
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Hmmm - spent a couple summers at 119-14 Union Tpke
in Queens. BMT, IRT, IND.. too young to have a car; didn't realize that the traffic zooming near the sidewalk I learned to skate on {Ouch!} was destined for such infamy!
Would skate to Forest Hills (didn't know about 'tennis' either) for a movie {sniff}.
(in early '90s, enroute Boston RT to Miami - I drove past that Tpke, had a few seconds to glance: yup that brownish building stood!)
Time.. wounder of all heels.
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