One of the nicest things about being in a big city for most of the week and being able to rely on public transportation (I used BART to and from the Oakland airport) is that I didn’t have to drive for a few days. It is such a relief to not have to deal with bad drivers. Within 10 minutes of me getting back into my car after the trip, I was almost hit by 2 drivers. The first driver decided he wanted to merge into me and then cut over 3 lanes. He got honked at for being an idiot. The second driver missed the big red stop sign on the entrance ramp to Pacific Highway. I saw the stop sign, saw the speed at which he was travelling, and knew he’d blow right through the stop sign. Geez. I’m not saying I’m a perfect driver, but at least I’m paying attention and try to merge without ticking off other drivers.