My friend Charlie sent me an email yesterday explaining how he became more courteous on the road (he's a New Yorker too, and we all know us New Yorkers aren't known for our courtesy) due to something he learned on my blog. Here's what he had to say:
"Thanks to you I am now a very courteous driver. I flash my lights when a trailer clears my nose, give merging trucks the right lane, and no longer race to beat a rig to the toll plaza. Today I was driving the Cross Bronx in the rain. There is a nasty merge where trucks coming off the Deegan Expy have to cross four lanes of the Cross Bronx to get to the upper deck of the bridge... all in less than 1/4 mile. So I slowed down and essentially held traffic for a lady hauling a bunch of pipe. She made the merge and flashed her lights. When I passed her on the bridge she held up a handwritten sign that said 'Not A Dick". You have taught me well."
I actually think I know exactly the cross-over he's talking about, but even if I don't have it right, getting on the bridge is a bitch. Even in a car. I'm very familiar with that area as my cousin and I drove it many times as we left Westchester County to head into the city. And unless you know what you're doing and where you're going, don't expect anyone to let you in. You have to move fast and be precise. They don't cut you any slack.
So not only did Charlie learn a valuable lesson, but he was able to put it into action and see immediate results. If only everyone was so quick to learn and willing to apply it.
I think I might even have to pen my own sign, Lord knows it'll get a lot of use.
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