Fall in Lancaster is a lot like Spring in Lancaster; especially if you're riding behind a manure spreader.
Don't get me wrong - I love Lancaster. And I love my commuting across country roads and farmlands. But frankly, I'm not so keen about some of my fellow commuters: lots of odd farm equipment-type rides (insert manure spreader here) dotted with the occasional Amish buggy or bicyclist.
It's not that I mind sharing the road with them. It's being behind them, as they crawl along (as well as smelly-ily along.) Or, in the case of the buggies and bicyclists, having to dart out into the oncoming lane of traffic to avoid hitting them, only to encounter umm... oncoming traffic. This usually boosts my adrenaline a tad, and kicks my day off to a nice raucous start.
If you do visit Lancaster, please be prepared for traffic. Alright, not DC traffic, but our roads are crowded nonetheless. No kidding; I swear the amount of drivers on the road is proportionate to the unemployment rate. The higher the rate; the more drivers on the road. Where are they all going? And why do they have to be there at start of business? Can't they go later in the day? Like when I'm not commuting?
Also be prepared for very, very polite drivers who do not break the rules: if the posted speed limit is 25mph; that's what they're doing. Drivers are very literal around here. I'm not sure if that's because of the Pennsylvania Dutch heritage thingy. All I know is that it still takes some getting used to, my being a Joisey transplant and all. I mean, seriously, if a traffic light turns yellow, everyone stops and waits for it to become red. Everyone in Jersey knows yellow means accelerate.
So, I'm still getting used to a different pace here. And some smells. And a lot of stop lights. Well, at least there's time to peruse those Zen books I was given last Christmas…
Don't get me wrong - I love Lancaster. And I love my commuting across country roads and farmlands. But frankly, I'm not so keen about some of my fellow commuters: lots of odd farm equipment-type rides (insert manure spreader here) dotted with the occasional Amish buggy or bicyclist.
It's not that I mind sharing the road with them. It's being behind them, as they crawl along (as well as smelly-ily along.) Or, in the case of the buggies and bicyclists, having to dart out into the oncoming lane of traffic to avoid hitting them, only to encounter umm... oncoming traffic. This usually boosts my adrenaline a tad, and kicks my day off to a nice raucous start.
If you do visit Lancaster, please be prepared for traffic. Alright, not DC traffic, but our roads are crowded nonetheless. No kidding; I swear the amount of drivers on the road is proportionate to the unemployment rate. The higher the rate; the more drivers on the road. Where are they all going? And why do they have to be there at start of business? Can't they go later in the day? Like when I'm not commuting?
Also be prepared for very, very polite drivers who do not break the rules: if the posted speed limit is 25mph; that's what they're doing. Drivers are very literal around here. I'm not sure if that's because of the Pennsylvania Dutch heritage thingy. All I know is that it still takes some getting used to, my being a Joisey transplant and all. I mean, seriously, if a traffic light turns yellow, everyone stops and waits for it to become red. Everyone in Jersey knows yellow means accelerate.
So, I'm still getting used to a different pace here. And some smells. And a lot of stop lights. Well, at least there's time to peruse those Zen books I was given last Christmas…
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