Your next-door driver

Dodging madmen and hell-raisers in my commute has led me to revile other drivers, yet in an attempt to be drive more safely, I need to trade this notion for another: these folks are just like me.

The frightened man’s guide to Boston driving, Part 2

After nearly five years rolling around the streets of Boston, testing different commutes, and learning the habits of my fellow motorists, I am no longer a frightened, angry driver. I am now a refined angry Boston driver. And my instincts are hardened with the knowledge that anything can happen.