Having driven in a handful of these cities, I would say that Charlotte’s is grossly inadequate at describing the sheer chaos that city is.
My cousin lives there, and he’s a cousin I enjoy very much. It’s a running joke that I must love him a lot if I’m willing to get within fifty miles of those roads. I swear by all that’s holy, if he ever moves, I will never enter that city again.
DC, Pittsburgh, Philly, Atlanta, Savannah, Baltimore, Cleveland, Asheville, Nashville, Knoxville, I’ve driven in all of those anything from a week to a year+, and none of them match the sheer psychotic horror that is Charlotte’s roads (and drivers).
Any of the cities I’ve spent a day or two in are the same.
If the graphs here are indicative of anything other than road orientation, I will never go to Boston without a tank and plenty of ammunition for it. No way would I deal with Charlotte level fuckery and a bunch of damn yankees honking in their strange language through their nose as well.
Having driven in a handful of these cities, I would say that Charlotte’s is grossly inadequate at describing the sheer chaos that city is.
My cousin lives there, and he’s a cousin I enjoy very much. It’s a running joke that I must love him a lot if I’m willing to get within fifty miles of those roads. I swear by all that’s holy, if he ever moves, I will never enter that city again.
DC, Pittsburgh, Philly, Atlanta, Savannah, Baltimore, Cleveland, Asheville, Nashville, Knoxville, I’ve driven in all of those anything from a week to a year+, and none of them match the sheer psychotic horror that is Charlotte’s roads (and drivers).
Any of the cities I’ve spent a day or two in are the same.
If the graphs here are indicative of anything other than road orientation, I will never go to Boston without a tank and plenty of ammunition for it. No way would I deal with Charlotte level fuckery and a bunch of damn yankees honking in their strange language through their nose as well.