Beijing traffic is nothing. A taxi in Shanghai, now that’s something :eek:
I burning your vanity plate.
If you’re not listening to a loud radio, cussing at the top of your lungs, groping other passengers, or stinking up the vehicle, you probably are the best bus rider in the universe. Congratulations!
I didn’t get to Shanghai; is traffic there really worse than Beijiing? I’ve lived in LA AND Miami and Beijing traffic terrified me.
I’m sorry to inform you, that I and I alone am the best driver, simply by experience. I have had Arctic training in North Dakota and Montana, Desert training in Arizona and New Mexico (NM for a time), and overseas training in Qatar and Afghanistan.
If, for a moment, you think that overseas they have rules. . . I invite you to pinch yourself. Ever see a ‘roundabout’? Imagine a roundabout with Jerry Springer in the middle directing traffic. :eek: There are no rules over there.
Add that, to the fact I’ve turned my 5,500 lb. pickup into a 13,650 lb. towing machine (moving with a trailer), and I’ve got y’all beat. 
Tripler
I can K-turn with a 12-foot trailer. Can you? 
Oh, and BTW: A Fark link reminds us what roads to use the best caution on.
I only spent a few days in each, but the general impression I got was that Beijing was a fairly dull, bland, pedestrian place compared to Shanghai. Bureaucratville compared to GetTheFuckOutaMyWayI’veGotALivingToEarn-ville.
The motorway out of shanghai was my first and only experience of a full-size motor coach weaving through from lane to lane to get past inconveniently slow trucks and cars. :eek: Occasionally tailgating to persuade truck drivers to move over :eek:
Meh-amateurs the lot of you.
I drive kids. I have teen drivers. I drive the Dan Ryan and the Kennedy and the Borman-sometimes on the same day.
Bow to me.
I took my driver’s test during an ice storm, and aced it
I once swerved to avoid a moose, and saw a second moose directly in front of me, swerved, and saw a third moose…
Missed that one too
didn’t even spill my coffee
Once hit black ice at 160 km/hr… slid sideways for at least 30 metres, counter steered, and regained control
didn’t spill my coffee
once 16 moose came at me on skateboards, on black ice, doing .9999 the speed of light…
spilt a drop of coffee that time
Blue shifted moose are scarey!
FML
Pffft.
Once, I was driving at mid day, in the center lane of the express lanes, at about 65th St., when the engine on my 93 Saturn stopped working.
Died.
With traffic on all sides of me, moving at about 65.
I coasted the thing to a stop on the shoulder and sit here today to tell you about it.
You had to be there.
I wanna see your deed. 
What’s that old saying, drive like you own the car, not the road?