We had a Zoom call with the boys and their significant others. We nailed down where everyone will be for the holidays (Hint: Not here). These thoughts of holiday travel led to talk about driving and then complaints about other drivers. It was decided that NYC drivers are now the worst, beating out Boston’s, but it was a close decision. Since, the pandemic things have gotten really bad. More people who weren’t driving before are now. Who wants to catch the subway and also catch Covid? Throw all these extra cars on the roads, mainly driven by relatively inexperienced drivers, who drive slower than some more seasoned NYC drivers think that they should leads to frustration. This extra traffic has driven these frustrated New York drivers to distraction and have led them to abandon all sense of the traffic rules. Stopping at a red light evokes one of the following responses. Either they honk at you for stopping at a red light or they go around you and run the red light or both. Maybe as a sop to Dave and his experience with wicked Boston drivers, Dan recalled in his opinion the worst driver that he ever met. He, of course it was a he, was from Boston, but when Dan met him, he was driving in LA. One of his most disturbing driving habits was to merge without even looking. Dan heard screeching tires every time he rode with this guy, but what really scared Dan out of ever riding with this guy again was a conversation that this guy related to him. This conversation was with a cop and this other guy wanted to ascertain what kind of behavior that the police used for pulling over a driver for a DUI, like how many lane changes or how much swerving or whatever else could constituted probable cause.
We walked Forest Park, which is seldom shy of new and unusual sights to see. I tried to fly my drone over the Grand Basin, but the breeze had freshened by then and I decided that discretion was the better part of valor. I quickly reeled it in again, before some unfortunate and likely soggy incident occurred. We heard bagpipes, from up on Art Hill. A woman was playing. She had a good repertoire. We got as far as the zoo’s 1904 birdcage, a bit of the zoo that we can view safely from outside of it. Looking down from the hill that houses the World’s Fair Pavilion, we spied a pair of red garbage trucks. They looked so new and clean that filling them with trash seemed almost like a crime. Heading down to them someone else’s drone overflew us. By the time that we got down to photograph the trucks this drone pilot was being accosted by a park ranger. Apparently, one needs a license to fly a drone in Forest Park. Who knew? We headed back to the car then, which we had parked along De Mun. We stopped first at Barrio and ordered takeout, burgers, fries and shakes. It was a glorious repast. It was also a lot of food that resulted in dueling naps on our two couches.