What's the deal with roundabouts?
Some goofbag thought it would be cute and quaint to start adding roundabouts in America, and the accursed things are starting to pop up everywhere.
I'm sure roundabouts make sense when Sir Ian McFellow-Poofty-Blather-Hawhaw is tooling slowly around in his Aston-Martin in lovely auld St. Martin-on-the-Hyphen, but they just don't work when Billy Joe Ray Bob, Gumercindo Vasquez, Shaquinta Shashaqua Jefferson, Tiffany Brittney, and a soccer mom all get there at the same time while doing 40 over the speed limit and talking on cellphones.
I'm sure roundabouts work well where they're plentiful, but they're popping up randomly all over the Southern US, and it's getting ridiculous. I mean, you're just driving along, minding your own business, and going through the intersections - stop sign, traffic light, traffic light, stop sign, traffic light, stop sign, stop sign, roundabout....roundabout??? WTF?!?!?!?!?!
And they're never placed where they really should go - heavy traffic areas. They're always stuck randomly out in some little neighborhood (because you just KNOW somebody thought it would increase the re-sale value of the homes in the area), and they're crouching there waiting for some hapless drunk driver to plow right through the middle of it.
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