L is for Lanes of Traffic

“When there’s no bike lane, you’re supposed to ride on the sidewalk.”

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1. In July, traveling north on that stretch of Interstate 90 in New York between the Pennsylvania border and Buffalo, closer to the former, there are four lanes of traffic, two in each direction.

The Wife is driving, and is in the right lane. Another car is the left lane, slowly passing us. Suddenly Continue reading “L is for Lanes of Traffic”