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.

The Wonderful World of Scooters

Every adult should rekindle the joy of being a kid. For me, it came in the form of a kick scooter. I recently purchased a Fuzion CityGlide that feels wonderful to ride in the city, and I’ve soaked up the jealous glare of many a pedestrian. Well, the latter statement might be an exaggeration. ….

The Road Home

The road belongs to you. This is where you long for the destination, an embracing picture of comfort and family. Out here, we all share the same things. We will spend that stretch in contemplation. Something in the repetition of white paint and reflectors and passing lights. The mind wanders further on that road than…

And Today’s Nicest Driver Award Goes To…

The lady in the red Saab. When she heard a siren at the intersection, she stopped at a green light, popped the hazards, and waited for the ambulance to get through. This is atypical behavior for Boston drivers. Uncommon. Unusual. This never ever happens in the city. And that disturbs me. Urban motorists are bereft…

I Dressed Myself Today

I honestly didn’t think much of my outfit this morning:  black jacket, black ball cap, black sunglasses, and a backpack. But then I caught my reflection in a store window as I emerged from the subway . . .  and I looked disturbingly familiar.

Car Directionals And Other Relics

The plastic thingy to the left of my steering wheel was installed to save my life. In a simple flick of my wrist, I can inform other drivers of my intended direction. But the others don’t use their blinkers. The others don’t let me know. I am compelled to become an amateur sleuth and delve…

I Take iOS7 To A Bachelor Party

Bachelor parties are a superb time to test iOS7. This is a terrific example of iPhone useability in the nightlife, a portrait of the adrenaline-fueled human with an advanced mobile software. There are bugs and crashes in the new iOS7, but I’m confident the techie artisans of Apple will flatten them out in time. Yet…