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You know it's gotta be me, Rog. There's a few things factoring in here, as far as I can tell:
* Dad being a civil engineering professor. You can't grow up in a household that talks about highway and street design and not pick up a few things.
* Working in what is (more or less) a driving safety research environment all the time.
* Spending a year dealing with driving around that completely unnecessary traffic circle near my old house. (You remember, the one on Burlington. Yeah, there was a completely useless roundabout that you had to go through to get to the alleyway to park.)
These three things (as well as Hoffmann nearly killing me twice on the roundabout on 1st ave in Coralville, north of the highway) were enough to push me over the brink and make a rabid anti-roundabout pundit out of me. You know it doesn't take much to make me fightin' mad, and this time I've sharpened my knives (both figurative and literal--I'll fucking cut anything that moves).
* Dad being a civil engineering professor. You can't grow up in a household that talks about highway and street design and not pick up a few things.
* Working in what is (more or less) a driving safety research environment all the time.
* Spending a year dealing with driving around that completely unnecessary traffic circle near my old house. (You remember, the one on Burlington. Yeah, there was a completely useless roundabout that you had to go through to get to the alleyway to park.)
These three things (as well as Hoffmann nearly killing me twice on the roundabout on 1st ave in Coralville, north of the highway) were enough to push me over the brink and make a rabid anti-roundabout pundit out of me. You know it doesn't take much to make me fightin' mad, and this time I've sharpened my knives (both figurative and literal--I'll fucking cut anything that moves).
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