Based on data compiled from the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration, a recent CNBC report named Fort Lauderdale the most dangerous city for driving in America. — msnbc
I call bullshit.
We drive bad here, no lie. I have my theories as to why, but we’re nowhere near as bad as even Miami, let alone Boston or any Garden State city.
The problem in Ft. Lauderdale and Broward County isn’t the usual suspects — old people and drunken kids, although they hardly help — it’s the dead people. You’ve seen them. They died decades ago in New York, but unwilling to lie down for the dirt nap they deserve, they pack up their attitudes, dust, and prescriptions and move down here where they take to the streets for the first time in 50 years, and start ramming their oversized Mercury and Camry sedans through supermarkets windows, storefronts, and ATM’s, leaving squashed human remains between their tire treads.
Dead people. Right? Mostly women, none under 82 years old, and few over five feet tall.
In places like New York, Philly, Washington, Boston, etc., entire generations have grown up and driven vehicles on highways and neighborhood streets paved before memories began. They time the lights, know the circles, and recognize the bumps. There’s a certain shared code established on the basis of history, body language, and tradition that informs drivers. Even where they’re reckless and aggressive, everybody understands the rules and customs, and makes adjustments.
That’s absent in south Florida. Here, everybody learned to drive somewhere else, so the collective consciousness you find in established cities is entirely missing. Hence, mayhem. In Florida, drivers can’t glance into one another’s eye and instantly know what each is thinking. They’re utter strangers to one another, often hostile. Disaster ensues.
So my point is, they’re a lot worse elsewhere, but they’re more competent, and the overall environment makes it safer. You’ll never find more aggressive drivers than you’ll see in New Jersey, most of whom don’t even live there, just passing through (that’s pretty much what NJ is — a place to pass through on your way elsewhere). But out there on the NJT, GSP, and even the old cement state roads, everybody knows instinctively what everybody else is thinking. They get by, sometimes at 85 mph.
In Broward County, a 4-way stop sign or a roundabout is an unsolvable conundrum. And we’re all fucking armed!