There are many four-way intersections in town, and very few stop signs.
Uniformly, intersections three blocks away from the main strip do not have stop signs. I noticed this in the fall and asked someone about it.
"I guess everybody in town just knows which streets don't have them and keeps an eye out."
This answer did not explain how a lack of stop signs could possibly be legal, or why an army of wild-eyed local mothers have not yet marched on town hall. I played a harrowing game of XY axis chicken with a UPS truck yesterday. (I won, but I don't feel good about it.) After a minor car accident last year, I have given up the giddy teenage driver phase and moved straight into the 72-year-old grandmother of nine driver phase, and will gladly join the stop sign revolution whenever it begins.
Though actually I would get a few Out-of-Towner points knocked off my reputation if my car lost a game of chicken and looked less like a 2006 cutesy novelty-SUV and more like it was built by Orcs and stored underwater two months a year, like most other Ely vehicles. One of my first lessons in town was to unlock my car door by hand and not with the beeper on my keychain.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
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