A fleet of one
The little four-wheelers live on risk. They endanger themselves. They endangered us. If you’re in a big truck, they’re around you like gnats. They’re at their worst in the on-ramps of limited-access highways, not to mention what they do on horse-and-buggy highways. They do the kissing tailgate. They do passing moves over double yellow lines. They make last-second break-ins from stop signs on feeder roads. The way they are operated suggests insufficiency in, among other things, coördination, depth perception, and rhythm
One of my favourite features I’ve read in a while. I stumbled across it this year. Read more:
http://www.newyorker.com/archive/2003/02/17/030217fa_fact4#ixzz1NFTS1qas
