I would have been astonished if my neighborhood didn’t have a clear majority of Trump signs. There’s a significant number of Harris signs, though.
And the utterly overwhelmingly majority of places don’t have any signs up either way.
In a fairly blue suburb of Chicago; we don’t have a whole lot of lawn signs for either presidential candidate this time out, but the Harris signs outnumber the Trump signs by a fair margin.
I’ve never gone to a casino specifically intending to gamble. I’ve wound up staying at Las Vegas casinos three times (twice when I went to Vegas for work conferences, once on vacation), and went to see a comedian perform at one of the local casinos here.
The first time I went to Vegas, for a work conference, I spent maybe $50 playing slot machines, mostly for the novelty of it. The other times I was in a casino, I never gamed at all. Gambling hasn’t ever had an appeal for me, I guess, possibly because I took way too many statistics classes in college. 
In my area, which is 50/50 blue.red, I have seen two Harris and one trump sign, but many local office and Prop signs.
We listen to NPR and a very local FM music station that plays Rock & roll.
You know, logically, I think I ought to support a fresh driving test every 15 years.
But that would mean, every 15 years, that I’d be so terrified of the test that I might flunk it out of sheer funk; thereby, considering where I live, massively screwing up my life. I had to take it multiple times originally; the first time probably because I wasn’t really ready, but after that because I was so scared that, if I hadn’t had to take a driving test but had been driving, I’d have pulled off the road until I calmed down (or not gotten into the car in the first place until I’d calmed down.)
(No, I don’t generally get terrified about random things while I’m driving; or while I’m not, for that matter. I just developed a thing about drivers’ tests.)
Didn’t vote.
Accident rates (at least in the UK) show the highest rates among 17-21 year olds and the over 75s.
If you want to reduce accident rates you should concentrate on those cohorts. Maybe make the driving test harder (from what I understand the UK test is much harder than in the US).
Some young drivers also volunteer to have devices in there car to monitor their driving (to ensure they adhere to speed limits etc and sometimes no driving midnight to 6am) the government is also considering banning new drivers under 25 from carrying passengers but I think that makes more issues than it solves.
I think however something should be done with the over 75s, currently they self certify at 75 and then every 5 years that they are fit to drive I think this shouldb e decided by a doctor or a driving examiner, maybe both.
Here, over 80s have to have a note from their doctor when their driver’s licence renews: “Seniors 80 and older: A couple of months before you turn 80, you’ll receive a notice to take a medical examination. You’ll need to take a medical exam at age 80, 85 and every two years following.” (Driver's medical exams)
Having taken both, I can tell you: oh god yes.
The thing with the UK system is drivers are likely to be ignorant of their driving ability.
At one stage all the family knew my father had Altzeimer’s but we couldn’t convince him to take the test as he believed he was fine. His driving was worryingly bad but again we couldn’t convince him that was the case, the best we could manage was for my mum to do some of the driving so she kept in practise. Eventually we got him tested and to his sursrise (and noone else’s) he was found to be positive for Altzeimers. The letter confirming this also stated that he was medically unfit to drive and therefore his insurance would be invalid if he did so. He was absolutely furious that they could stop him driving when his driving was “absolutely fine” and they hadn’t even tested his driving.
I was shocked at how ridiculously easy Tennessee’s driver test was. Basically my kids just had to drive up the street through a traffic light and back. In North Carolina thirty years ago, I had to drive around a neighborhood, onto a highway, do a three-point turn, and parallel park.
Come to think of it, due to the caliber of drivers here in Tennessee, I shouldn’t have been all too shocked.
Driving in the UK is terrifying. Just for a start, the roads are too narrow for the cars and badly designed because they’re based on some path a dyspeptic sheep took in 1376 and have never changed. Straight wide narrow roads often have a 20mph speed limit while narrow windy ones filled with blind curves are 50mph. Intersections often have more lanes on one side than they do on the other, turning them into mini Thunderdomes. It’s all so very bad.
And the UK test involves roundabouts, parking in very narrow parking spots (backwards or forwards), emergency stops, reversing around corners, following GPS directions, and of course the old “meet and greet” which is now second nature to me.
In comparison, driving in the US is like driving on a disused airport tarmac. There is SO MUCH SPACE. I could drive with my toes in the US now.
I was going to say … driving tests are one of the many things in the US that vary a lot by state.
Many US states have “graduated driving” where young drivers are not allowed to drive at night or with unrelated passengers. “Young” is typically under 18, not under 25, and sometimes the restrictions lift after the driver has been on the road for a while. But this means that teens can take their younger siblings to afternoon activities, but can’t (legally) drive with their friends until they have some practice and/or maturity. There are a lot of US neighborhoods where you need a car to get around (maybe that’s different in the UK) so it’s a practical compromise. It’s imperfect, but it’s been very effective at reducing the rate of teen driving fatalities
Here in California we have that. My son was under 18, got caught doing 60 in a 45 zone, with a couple friends in the car, at night. He did traffic school and paid the fine with money he had saved for a new computer. That stung, but he accepted it and moved on. It’s a good rule.
In NY in the 1970’s, I can’t remember whether I had to drive onto a limited-access highway (maybe not, the closest one was some distance and the exits were a considerable distance apart); but I certainly had to make several turns, do a three-point turn, and parallel park.
I live a life with very little parallel parking in it, so I’m not in practice at it; I can do it if I’m not rushed and not anxious, but I’m afraid I’d screw it up on a test.
Huh? I don’t think we’re even supposed to do that. Maybe I’m misunderstanding what you mean
What does that mean? I never heard the phrase in relation to driving – to me it means some sort of networking meeting, at which nobody would be in cars (though they might well have gotten there in cars.)
The “meet and greet” is where you are driving down a two-way street with cars parked on both sides and which is too narrow for two cars to pass each other normally, so when spotting a car coming the other way you must both calculate where if any there is a space for one of you to pull over enough to let the other pass by and who is closest to it or whose side it’s on or just who is most likely to actually do it.
It’s weird how often one has to perform this manoeuvre.
I have never heard it called that. I did it twice last night, though.
My middle child has a graduated license, which forbids more than one unrelated passenger and driving at night (unless to or from school or a job). The Chevy Bolt he drives also has a “Teen Mode” that limits his top speed and narcs on him. He is… unappreciated.
Ah.
I actually do perform something like this fairly often, in a nearby village in which the street I often come into town on has on-street parking, but is only two vehicles wide. There’s not generally any problem either finding a spot to pull over or figuring out who does, though – the person whose lane is blocked just waits in their lane for the other to come through, before pulling out into the other lane to pass the parked car.
I never heard any name for it, though.
My mother and my two aunts were so relieved when their mother one day told them she wasn’t driving anymore. She was in her mideighties It wasn’t a problem, she had two daughters and five grandchildren who could take her around. Damn, I still miss Grandma so much. It’s been just twelve years.
When I was growing up the “graduated license” was known as a Cinderella license. As in, you’d best have your butt home by midnight or your car will turn into a pumpkin.
I’m ignoring most election news. Also, we usually go to a movie on election night, but I have a board meeting that night, so we’re trying to figure out what we’ll do when I get home (9-ish).