I drive into the city pretty much each day for work, shopping or other pursuits, so I know Lagimodiere Boulevard is a pretty busy road.
As a daily commuter I have seen, as I’m sure many of you have, many of the reasons that people lose their temper, spill their coffee and colours their vocabulary — and they are all named ‘The Other Guy’.
I know that those travelling on Henderson Highway or the Perimeter have their own challenges, but "Lag" (pronounced Lazh) offers a unique combination of city and highway driving. I also know that I am not the most talented driver out there, but I’ve had my license for a long time, I have merits, and well, this is my column.
My personal pet peeves on driving are many but up at the top of the list is merging.
Merge lanes come in assorted lengths along Lagimodiere between the north and south Perimeter; few of them appear to be correct for their locations. I know this because I have seen many poor, helpless drivers stuck at the end of a merge lane, waiting for someone to let them in.
Of course, I will not be letting them merge because they haven’t accelerate to the speed of the oncoming traffic (i.e., me) and I’d have to slow down for them to get in. It is better if some guy behind me does it.
Then there is the bashful merger, who enters the merge lane and stops. Here he or she will sit until I, feeling generous, come along, slow and wave frantically for them to pull in front.
Bashful will sit there long enough to ensure that I really, really mean it and will then often feel bad about the delay and wave me through.
The most annoying merger of all is the All-About-Me merger. This driver has no regard for the fact that the wind whipping across the highway has turned it shiny and slick and I have left a void between myself and the car in front of me as a buffer zone. This guy comes along and thinks this convenient space is an invitation to pull into the lane in front of me, and doesn’t even signal to let me know he’s moving over!
Yeah, that’s the guy who gives Manitoba drivers a bad name.
There’s so much more to say — Sunday drivers, road rage, and don’t even get me started with what Chief Peguis Trail has done to the commute. Let it suffice to say that we are all just trying to get along the old, dusty trail.
Some just not quite as perfectly as me.
Cher Hebert is a community correspondent for East St. Paul. She can be contacted at email@example.com.