Okay, that might be a little too strong. But, I hate driving through Ohio. Just to put the following in perspective, I drove cab for a year, and, currently, I commute 60 miles, one way, to work every day. Therefore, I think I know something aboud proper driving. For Christmas, I had to drive through Ohio from Cincinnati to Pennsylvania via Cleveland. Most of the time, the whole state is under construction. This time, however, the state was relatively free from long, one-lane bottlenecks. But, with that much highway work going on, you'd think they would have enough lanes on the interstates, but, apparently, Ohio's senators are idiots who can't get their state enough highway dollars. I particularly like how there will be six lanes in the middle of farmland, but this necks down to four lanes when you get close to Cincinnati or Columbus (until you're about five miles away). What kind of idiot designed this system? The biggest pain in my ass this trip was not the one lane of interstate, but the idiot drivers. Apparently, nobody driving though Ohio uses their cruise control. And, passing somebody is considered questioning their manhood (this applies equally to women). People in Ohio like to drive in the fast lane, even when they're driving below the speed limit. It took me a while to figure out that I had to do a great deal of passing on the right. However, as soon as you start to pass somebody, the idiot rabbits up to 90, cuts in front of you, and then slows down to 55. What, exactly, is the thought process here? Nobody but nobody maintains a consistent speed -- so much for saving gas and also allowing the other drivers know what you're going to do, idiots. To add insult to injury, on one of the few stretches of three, northbound lanes, I had to drive under the speed limit for an hour because a smartass cop was driving slowly and no idiot would just pass him (I couldn't make my way to the front, or I would have passed his idiotic ass) -- what a bunch of idiots. Think about it -- an hour of traffic backed up behind this jerk. Finally, I made the mistake of having a "Keep Christ in Christmas" magnet on the back of my car. Apparently, I was just begging to be routinely cut off by every idiot on the road. I try to be a good guy, but I really don't do the whole meak thing very well. I'm afraid I said some rather unChristian things to my fellow travelers who were doing their level best to kill me.
Speaking of which, don't get me started on the two idiots from Michigan (one on the way up and one one the way back) who tried to run my family and me off the road.