Tuesday 8:41 AM. Boston, Mass.
Locale: 93 Southbound/ramp to Storrow Drive
Perpetrator: Blue BMW

My morning drive is fairly routine. I get on Route 1 South around the Route 60 Rotary. Traffic usually begins to form within the next 5 exits, and then eventually I get through the Tobin Bridge toll plaza.

That's where the fun starts.

It's like walking through the gates of the DumbDriverland, the most idiotic theme park in the world. Once you cross the threshold into Boston, all bets are off. You need to learn when to anticipate stupid behavior. As I've mentioned before, it is safe to assume that a BMW just means trouble.

Continuing the theme of the last few posts, today's story involves someone who was clearly in a hurry. This person started out behind me in the right hand lane. They switched over to the left lane, and started to follow traffic around. At this point, the right hand lane now becomes an exit ramp. That's when the BMW decides to cut back in, so they can take the exit. Understandable, but unnecessary. The exit ramp is now the left hand lane which leads to Storrow Drive, and the right hand lane which leads...also to Storrow Drive, but in a slightly indirect route. Often, the left lane will be stopped almost all the way back, and the right lane will have no one in it. At the point where these two lanes form, you often have people switch from whichever one they're in to the opposing lane. This is exactly what the BMW does. I follow her lead, and start to follow her around the bend. That's when my spider sense starts tingling. I have a feeling that this woman is going to make the classic, douche-head move and cut back in to the more direct left lane at the last possible second. Now, I have been guilty of this move in the past, but that was before I knew the right lane would also take you to Storrow Drive.

Sure enough, the woman cuts back into the left lane, just in time to make the exit. For those of you keeping score at home, that is 4 lane changes in less than 3 minutes, for the sole purpose of cutting around traffic. Unless she had another purpose: making my blog. Well BMW'er, mission accomplished.