Day 62

Yet another traffic picture. This is not my house.

Day 59

I'm getting pretty sick of this.

Day 48

Continuing the bumper sticker theme. I love the wiring is not a hobby slogan. One of my video game buddies is an electrician, and he's always giving the other guys shit after they improperly wire their homes.

Day 47

It's the bumper sticker on the left that gets me. The cross and flag, clearly implying that if you're not a Christian, you don't belong in this country. I envision a day when atheists like me are not safe in America. I know this guy would be first in line at the pogrom signup.

Day 45

This is one of the new routes home I've been experimenting with. I'm not sure whether I like it as well or better than my others, but it is competitive on drive time. It may be too heavily weighted on the highway side, though. Everyone knows that I like the back roads.

Day 31

Cool, I've stuck with it for a whole month. Just 11 more to go!

Because I haven't, I decided to throw up a traffic picture for yesterday. Just one more place where people try to go straight from the left turn lane. The difference is, here they also try to go left from the straight lane, which makes it just that bit more exciting.

Day 19

I was behind this Prius with state tags on the highway this morning. It made me very curious as to what state agency has hybrids. I guess I shouldn't be that surprised in Massacusetts. You can be pretty sure it wasn't an unmarked police car. Having driven one of those things, I know for a fact nobody wants to be involved in a pursuit in one of them.

Oh well, when I put the camera down and passed him, there were no other insignia on the car, just the official license plate.

Day 8

This is the road to my mother's house. When I was driving home on Saturday, I ran into a woman about a mile behind where this picture was taken. She flagged me down as we attempted to pass each other on the narrow road. Apparently, she had followed signs for a yard sale from somewhere in Maryland, and was now hopelessly lost. She was on the verge of panic, with no idea where she was and the feeling that she was beyond the limits of civilization.

I gave her directions to the nearest town she had heard of and laughed all the way home.

Day 5

I've been obsessed with this lighter since Friday. It's stuck flush in the tar in an expansion joint on Centre Street. I guess someone dropped it on one of the hot days we've had, and it landed just right so when it got run over it sank instead of shattering. I've been meaning to take a picture for several days, but traffic never stops in the right place. Today, I finally just stuck the camera out the window on the way by.

Day 4

Today's Boston Globe reports that Boston is the third in the nation for road rage. I've gotta say, I'm disappointed. I know I'm doing my part, the rest of you need to step it up. Did you let somebody merge today without flipping them off, yelling, or actually ramming them with your car? Stop that shit, how are we supposed to be number one if you keep that up?

This is a picture of me doing my part to keep Boston driving angry. That's right, I'm going down Centre Street at the height of rush hour taking pictures of myself. This was, ironically, right before I heard the story about road rage on the radio. I really do exemplify the Boston driving ethic. I speed, cut people off, scream obscenities at the other drivers, and never yield an inch.

That being said, I do drive with courtesy. I know that sounds delusional after the last paragraph, but I know when it's my turn and when it's not. I come to a full stop before taking my right on red, let pedestrians cross at crosswalks, follow the rules in rotaries, and never pass on the shoulder. All I ask in return is a little reciprocity.

If people would stop passing me on the shoulder in the rotary I have to go through every morning, my life would be a happier place.