Pittsburgh driving

Pittsburgh roads are terrible: potholed, peppered with detour signs and under-construction sections where you have to drive between concrete barriers in lanes only a few inches wider than your car. And Pittsburgh drivers are like city drivers everywhere: in a helluva hurry, and not eager to make way for a timid out-of-stater.

I'm used to driving in rural New Mexico, where you may not see anybody else on the road for ten minutes at a time, and when you do, you give a friendly wave. City drivers don't wave, unless it's with the middle finger extended.

I'll be lucky to survive three months of this.