I live 20 miles from work, 40 miles from school and more than 40 miles from any good beach.
So I do a lot of driving. And for years, I’ve driven the same car: the Spence Mobile if you knew me high school, the Motha Ship, if you knew me in college.
I used to think there is something about the deep cranberry pearl color of my car that made it difficult for other drivers to see. Why else, I thought, would drivers try to change lanes while my car’s in the way, or not stop when my car is clearly not moving at all in front of them?
I’ve learned, however, that it isn’t the color of my car that causes the near misses and the fender benders. It’s the way we (Americans, maybe humans) drive (as well as live). And since honking the horn and flailing my arms around about it at other drivers doesn’t really work, I wrote this column:
Online now, in print Sunday, May 1, 2011. I hope you enjoy it.