Learning To Drive: Lesson: Road Rage
6/29/18 You may or may not know this, but I’m a DFW transplant. Yes, after 20 plus years, this is my home. I’m a card carrying Tex-Mex loving, heat tolerating, blue bonnet squatting, Shiner drinking Texas gal. But at my core, I’m a small-town mountain gal. Yes, this does mean an absence of amazing Tex-Mex (No, Taco Bell does NOT count.) but it also means the absence of another thing. TRAFFIC. When I first moved here, other than thinking Bonnie Raitt was country music, and barbecue was a backyard burger, I was completely unfamiliar with the concept of freeways, exit ramps, and most of all, ROAD RAGE. Many was the time I was that yokel, STOPPED on the ramp to the freeway, waiting for an opening to merge with 80 mile an hour traffic. Now, after years of experience, I can tell you exactly how to head east on North West Highway and get on to 75 South; I can tell you when to avoid the Dallas North Tollway; I can tell you to AL...