Fabrication

So here I am motoring east on 5&20 toward the Canandaigua YMCA.
I pass through Bloomfield, and proceed down the hill.
A journey on 5&20 is always a crap-shoot; not that bad, but I’ve had plenty of phenomenal avoidances.
A number of major intersections cross; and I’ve had Granny try to T-bone me in Bloomfield once, a guy in a front-drive Olds almost turned left into my path (and gave me the finger afterwards), a guy in a turbo-Volvo wagon zagged right in front of me from a side-road, and a white Crown Vic driven by GrandPop pulled out in front of me on the motorbike once coming back from the mighty Mezz.
I always approach that intersection with great fear-and-trembling. It’s blind, and I expect to get cut off.
Coming down the hill from Bloomfield I approach a major intersection: State Route 444 from the north.
It’s protected by no more than a stop-sign, which is okay I guess, since both roads are lightly traveled.
Plenty of phenomenal avoidances have occurred here — usually someone pulling out of 444 onto 5&20.
Doing so is fairly blind, and followers get antsy if I wait on 444 for a right-turn signaled car to actually turn right. (I had that happen with a bus once; just because their signal is on doesn’t means they’re actually turning.)
I’m about 100 yards from 444, and a car is ahead stopped and signaled to turn onto 444.
So Granny on 444 pulls right out in front of me, completely oblivious to my approach. I had to stab my brakes.
Granny accelerates her gray-metallic Nissan, now seeing me in her mirror. She moves to about 100 yards ahead.
We continue east on 5&20 to where a side-road merges with a yield-sign.
Granny is fast approaching the intersection, but so is a white Toyota on the side-road driven by an angry intimidator.
Without slowing at all, he blasts past the yield-sign onto 5&20, dust a-flying, right in front of Granny.
PRAMMMP! Granny stabs her brakes.
Sorry chillen; no Dubya-stickers on either car. (Musta been Republicans though — sure drove like Republicans.)

“5&20” is the main east-west road through our area; State Route 5 and U.S. Route 20, both on the same road. 5&20 is just south of where we live.

The “mighty Mezz” is the Canandaigua Daily-Messenger newspaper, from where I retired over two years ago. Best job I ever had.

For 16&1/2 years (1977-1993) I drove transit bus for Regional Transit Service, the transit-bus operator in Rochester, N.Y. My stroke October 26, 1993 ended that.

“Dubya-sticker” is a Bush-Cheney 2004 bumper-sticker. All insane traffic-moves seem to involve Bush-supporters. They seem to think they have the right.