I’m a bad driver, just like you
There must be something in the water in the Black Hills. I’ve seen the worst drivers of my life since moving here about five years ago. I wish I could say I was any better, but I’m not. While I am originally from the Black Hills, I hadn’t had a whole lot of experience driving here until I moved back. Let me tell you, it was cause for concern. I’ve seen all sorts of bad driving, as I’ve been driving for roughly 26 years (not continuously, thankfully), but Black Hills drivers take the cake. The roads in the Hills are curvy. I get it. Staying in your lane can be a chore. Coming across the centerline at me, though, is not fun for me. Quit it. On the other side of the spectrum are the too-careful drivers who believe breaking the 45-mph barrier will surely propel them into oblivion. Then there are the 35-mph drivers. They are in a category all their own. Okay, I know there are a lot of reasons people drive slowly. Maybe they’re elderly and their reflexes aren’t what they used to...