Every day on my drive to work I pass through a roundabout. Roundabouts are fast, safe, efficient means of merging and directing traffic at intersections. Unless you’re an idiot.
I actually find it quite surprising that someone else envisioned and installed this roundabout near my workplace. Because, based on my experience, I am the only person in the living world who knows how to use one. Confused, terrible drivers threaten my life there on a daily basis. Some come to a complete stop at every mini-intersection within the roundabout. Others simply plow into the circle without ever slowing down, as if there weren’t even a yield sign. Both types are irreverent of lane demarcations, often drifting between lanes with complete disregard to where other cars may be located. Some simply keep a tire in both lanes at all times.
The result is that I dread the roundabout every day, rather than look forward to it like I thought I would. The roundabout in Carthage has always been a pleasant experience for me. I like the simple, straightforward solution to the problem of intersections. Maybe it took years for everyone in Carthage to get used to it, too.
I was going to snap some pictures with my cell as I drove through yesterday, but I decided against it. Good thing, too, because I had to slam on my brakes to avoid hitting a guy who never even looked before blasting through without slowing down. Alas, such daily interactions with humanity lessen not my love for them, but do bolster my driving-related elitism.
So how about that awesome corny graphic I found, huh? It reminds me of the internet circa 1998.
Hahaha! This is great. And what are the little blinking yellow dots?
I think those are turn signals.