My return to small town living has brought many funny observations. My latest—few stop signs. I don’t know why but there are many intersections here with no indication as to who has the right of way. And even crazier, I have yet to see an accident because of it. Maybe it’s the slower pace that is so prevalent here. If the speed limit says 25, people do 25 or even less. It has been a real adjustment to my years of hurry-up-and-get-there city life, where people lay on their horn if you pause for more than two seconds at a green light.
So a word the wise for those city dwellers who find themselves driving in a small town, slow down at the intersections. You’re better off assuming it’s an unmarked stop rather than cause the first crash the town has seen five years.