That would explain my first experience driving in Massachusetts. We came down from New Hampshire to pick up a family member at Logan. At one point, I got onto the freeway from an entrance ramp on the right, into stop-and-go traffic, with about 1/4 mile to the left exit ramp I needed to take to the airport. I put on my signal; immediately somebody let me merge. Signal again; immediate merge into the middle lane. Signal and merge into the left lane, again right away. I’d heard about Massholes, so this was perplexing.
Now I understand: They were dazed and confused by the strange, blinking light!
That would explain my first experience driving in Massachusetts. We came down from New Hampshire to pick up a family member at Logan. At one point, I got onto the freeway from an entrance ramp on the right, into stop-and-go traffic, with about 1/4 mile to the left exit ramp I needed to take to the airport. I put on my signal; immediately somebody let me merge. Signal again; immediate merge into the middle lane. Signal and merge into the left lane, again right away. I’d heard about Massholes, so this was perplexing.
Now I understand: They were dazed and confused by the strange, blinking light!