Minneapolis and the Merge

I have to hand it to Minneapolis - they have perfected the traffic manoeuvre known as the merge. People merge seamlessly from exits and on-ramps, a flowing traffic lane of politeness, courtesy, finesse and timing. Commuters happily move over and share their lane to newcomers, keeping everyone happy in a steady and cooperative rush.

It was like traffic heaven. Like some sort of automotive utopia. It was surreal, and beautiful. It was a ballet.

I drive in Winnipeg, where merging is something out of storybooks. We have three strong contenders against the merge - the frightened and intimidated motorists who inch up to the motorway and stop suddenly, the motorists already existing on the motorway who claim homesteading rights on their lane and refuse to let merging traffic in, and city planners who created merging lanes shorter than a pubic hair. Merging in Winnipeg has become an impossible quest, the unicorn of your morning commute. When written about by bloggers and journalists for the Winnipeg Free Press, the comment section quickly fills up with posts by two camps - people who have driven in cities that have mastered the merge and agree that Winnipeg needs some help, and people who tell everyone to go fuck themselves and move if they don't like it.

I won't be fucking off and moving anytime soon. I also am not under the illusion that Winnipeggers can be taught how to drive anytime soon. I have to admit, there is an odd sort of pride I have in exactly how far Winnipeg will stretch traffic laws. If there isn't a sign saying you can't do it, it's assumed you probably can. There is a roundabout in the south-end of the city that has tire-tracks going right up and over the centre of it. Go into any parking lot and you're guaranteed to find several cars with no apparent regard/concept of what the lines are for. Turning at certain intersections becomes a game of chicken between yourself and the other driver - do they know the rules of the road? You'll just have to wait and see.

Minneapolis will forever stay one of my favourite cities to drive in, but I do have to thank Winnipeg for that.

Word of the day: Mecca
Used in a sentence: Minneapolis was my mecca, my inspiration to be a better driver, the place I aspire to drive in when I pass from this world to the next...probably under the grill of a McNaught Chevy Blazer with a lift-kit and a Calvin pissing on a Ford in the back window, near an I Heart Winnipeg bumper sticker.