Re: OT
- Subject: Re: [SG] OT
- From: C* P*
- Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2001 12:01:28 EDT
In a message dated 6/6/01 8:43:51 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
genebush@OTHERSIDE.COM writes:
<< I did not learn to drive until late in life (23)... never recovered.
Too much
information too quick for me in strange towns or cities. >>
Not just for you, Gene, for everybody. At 70 mph you are forced to read
three or four huge signs and fear comes over you that you will drive into the
wrong state or even the wrong country. This is easy to do along the Canadian
border.
Two years ago, I was in London and signed on to a garden trip, around three
days I think, on a small 10 passenger bus. They took us to some nice country
hotels and we were driven to a selection of gardens that I wanted to see. It
was Sussex I think. The driver was was a fine fellow, most helpful driver I
remember but was lost every day. We spent time every day sitting on some
turnoff reading maps. The signposts are worse in the UK than here. And, I
could read them there.
Same elsewhere. At one garden a huge Belgian bus arrived, ferried over the
same day. It had a group from a Belgian hospital all of whom knew, or
thought they knew, more than the poor driver. I remember him together with
our driver doing maps and trying to understand each other the entire time we
were in Christopher Lloyd's garden. That Belgian driver announced all would
be quiet or all would stay in the UK and he would go home alone.
Road signs are a disgrace in this country. Signs are in large bushes. Y
formations on roads give you an even chance to go wrong. I, too, ask. I ask
the minute I think I am wrong. If you begin a trip and arrive at your
destination without a hitch it is a small miracle.
Claire Peplowski
NYS z4
