Jambox takes on Boston!
Another exclusive from the Jambox Scribe.
As promised, I have returned to throw some wisdom your way. As I look out over a vast expanse of rolling hills and shimmering baby ponds fading away into the ever-darkening night, I see the darks of my eyes reflecting back at me in the glass. I am inspired to share some thoughts and non-sequiturs. And so it begins…
I was just in Boston yesterday and it occurred to me, I am a much worse driver in that city than anywhere else I drive.
It is as if by osmosis the propensity to try dangerous and often illegal stunts seeps into the head of visiting drivers and they think it is ok to stretch every yellow light until it is a deep pink hue. For some reason breaking traffic laws in that city is not only accepted but seems to be the rule.
The mentality I’ve noticed is that if some inane maneuver no matter how dangerous or illegal will get you where you need to go when you need to be there then it is completely legitimate to try to pull it off. But ‘try’ is the operative word. If you somehow fail to successfully and surreptitiously pull off jumping a divider and making a U-Turn to go the other direction…
because you missed a turn when the street you were looking for was conveniently not labeled and other drivers are inconvenienced, even in the slightest, then you are the most massive moron on Mass Ave.
Thankfully, because the people of Boston are so exceedingly kind they never fail to inform at excessive length you just how much of a complete and utter asshole you really are;
so if by some miracle you had not yet realized the error in your decision making process, you will from that point forward. That being said my actual wheel skills seem to drastically improve while driving in Boston probably to account for the constant stream of idiotic driving that seems to wash across the hood of the Bandit
(the name of my car – not a story for today) immediately upon entering the Metro-Boston area.
