I was reading this fine thread and felt like bitching, but realized that my specific complaint didn’t quite fit the topic. This space is more for generalized whining/outrage.
Pretend for the moment that you are some dumbassed sucker who works in downtown Albany, and you just got on I-787 Northbound to get to I-90 Eastbound to get over the Patroon Island Bridge to get your stupid, lazy ass home after work (see map. Pretend further that it’s rush hour and you just got on 787 at, I don’t know, the Madison Ave/Port of Albany exit. Just by way of example, you see.
You would find yourself in the right lane of a two lane highway. Fine and dandy. However, within the next half mile you will pass four more onramps, some of which merge in normally, and some of which become new lanes of their own. By the time you pass the Clinton Ave exit, you are now in the second-from-left lane of a five lane highway unless you’ve merged right sometime in there (which you can’t do safely because of all the other suckers getting on from those exits).
You now have approximately half a mile to get your stupid ass into the far right lane so you can make your exit to cross the bridge. This problem is compounded by all the people who want to do the same thing you do encountering all the people in the right two lanes who really want to be in one of the left three lanes so they can continue on North.
This situation, bad as it is, is made infinitely worse by the relative handful of knuckleheads who may be charitably called the Worst Drivers In The Northeast Outside Of Downtown Boston, And Who Might Be Contenders There. Not that the rest of us are winning any awards.
You know these people. They have frustrated NASCAR dreams and see just this kind of state of affairs as an opportunity to practice for the road course at Watkins Glen. Weaving in and out between lanes, deliberately movng right to pass and “merging” into spaces that aren’t really there, but will be providing the folks on their rear quarters have good brakes. It looks like the thought process is “if I downshift and redline it and inch over a bit that guy will back off and I can just slide in there,” but I know damned well it’s actually “There was a farmer had a dog…”, or possibly a carrier hum.
Just to complete the racing experience, they are usually simulating consultations with their pit crews by yapping on their cell phones.
Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe their real fantasies involve becoming stunt drivers for such Hollywood classics as To Live and Die in LA. Dammit people, that movie is at least twenty years old, and it sucked then too.
What to you got?