Todd Stadler's blog

rubbernecking in america

And crappy radio isn't the only reason to hate driving in Oregon, either.

Oregonians are some of the worst drivers I've ever seen. You could argue that they're not as maniacally dangerous as Houstonians, but that's not as comforting as you'd think when you're crawling home at five miles per hour, wondering what accident everyone is straining their necks to look at.

And often, by the time you start speeding up again, you realize there is no flaming wreckage to behold - it was taken off the freeway an hour ago, but the rubbernecking traffic remains!

Or maybe it's that Oregonians haven't quite figured out how to merge onto a highway. Not only do the people on the on-ramp not speed up enough, but the kindly, backwards Oregonians on the highway slow down to let these confused souls on. If you're lucky, it will cause an accident you can watch.

It's a darn good thing this place has decent public transportation from which I can watch traffic with glee as I speed by.