I've driven it across the country multiple times. I've been from Louisiana to Toronto and back. I've driven to the Pacific Ocean, turned around, and navigated tourists on the Las Vegas strip before driving all the way back to Louisiana.
I've suffered through notorious Houston and Atlanta rush hours. I've been on the New Jersey Turnpike and in Downtown Boston and on the 405 in California.
I've navigated post-Katrina New Orleans, where the streets literally had no name after the hurricane destroyed street signs.
Y helped with a lot of that driving (although I think he'll agree that I logged most of the hours), and has the added experience of successfully driving on the left side of two foot wide roads in Ireland while being barricaded by sheep.
All of that driving, and we've never had a problem.
And then we decided to take our talents to Minneapolis.
We've noticed it since our very first day in this city, when we were driving that rental Kia Soul I told you about. Suddenly, I can no longer count the number of people who have flipped me off. I've had to miss my exit because there isn't a single inch of space for me to merge. People have sarcastically applauded me and mouthed things that may or may not have included expletives.
I'm not alone here. Other Twin Cities transplants have nodded in enthusiastic agreement when I complain about my commute.
So what's the deal? Please advise, thanks.
PS: here's how we handled those sheep. No rude hand gestures necessary.