highways in Massachusetts do this really cool thing where a lane will just abruptly disappear at inopportune times (right after highway entry ramps, in roundabouts, etc). half the time the sign warning you of this is placed basically where the lane ends anyways and the other half there just isnt a sign at all. there’s a part of my commute where the road goes from three lanes to one in 500 feet with no signs
this is what happens when you let horses from the 1800s do all of your city planning
god, kelly square is a fucking nightmare i swear everytime i go through it everyone decides to purposely ram into your car
one time i was driving through kelley square and someone fucking reversed at me. it is truly a godless patch of asphalt
I love watching Americans get angry about roads with more than two options
I don’t think you understand the horror that is Kelly Square, but I’d love to see a worse intersection if you know one
I think the most solid advice I was given about Kelly Square is “you just go if you don’t go that’s when you die”.
Massachusetts doesn’t believe in visibility, adequate lane width, or any form of predictability in roads. Five way intersections with no lights or clear right of way with bonus one of the spokes is at some absurd angle and is hiding behind a hedge - yeah that’s pretty average and thanks I hate it. You just drive and hope it all works out for the best, teeth grit and eyes steely as they gaze into traffic hell. Also they have a problem and that problem is their love of circles one after the other with traffic lights in the middle. What the fuck my dudes.
listen once you’ve been through it several dozen times you just gotta trust your gut instincts and take no shit from anyone else trying to muscle their way in
when i was checking out colleges in boston another girl on the tour, a native bostonian, said “you dont use turn signals. thats like showing your enemy your next move” and to this DAY it haunts me
Light a candle directly in front of your automatic Glade spray air freshener that way every 9 minutes a fireball shoots across your living room table, intimidating your house guests, asserting your dominance in your domain
Some of you have never taken the ‘Am I Gay’ quiz at 13, deliberately chosen the obviously straight answers, and gone to bed content in your clearly authentic, airtight heterosexuality and it shows
