

My car, affectionately dubbed "the beast" is in dire need of a name. Any suggestions?
Driving has been fine so far. The beast is lovely to drive. San Antonio was on it's best behavior as I drove to work this morning. I even made it through the junction of doom before I realise what was happening *phew*
Still, the quality of driving I've seen here is the worst ever, made even more terrifying by the fact that the town planners must
(a) either hate Texans and want to wipe them all out, or (b) have never driven, never been in a car and have no concept whatsoever about driving (or perhaps (c) San Antonio is one huge hot wheels construction set for a cosmic four year old, with the obligatory pieces missing, broken or chewed by the dog). The points of entry onto the highway are cleverly places about 50 meters before the highway exits, so if you want to get off (heaven forbid) you have to weave your way through the cars who have just entered! That is probably the single most ridiculous example of urban planning I have ever seen. And that's before you apply the various yield rules!
Talking on the phone is not only legal, I'm wondering if it might even be a license requirement, since everybody seems to be talking on at least one phone while driving. The most 'skillful' drivers do this while reading or looking at the enormous map they have spread across their steering wheel and dash. Staying in your own lane is clearly only an option for losers. At this point, I aim to be a loser.