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On our way to work today (yes, Saturday), heading West on 520 from Redmond, my husband and I were discussing the impending need for an integrated laser detector for his car. We exited at NE 51st and stopped at the red light. I noticed a police cruiser peeking out in front of us, on the other “side” of the exit (where you get onto W-520 from NE 51st). The cruiser was hidden in the grass–I wouldn’t have noticed it if we’d proceeded down 520. Then, my husband says “well, will ya look at that…” and he points to the left, on the overpass that we’re about to get onto. There’s a cop sitting in a chair, pointing his laser at traffic down below. Now I’ve seen everything. ...

Last Friday, two good friends and I celebrated a mini project milestone by sharing a few margaritas with our colleagues. When our last meeting was finally over at 5:00PM, we slipped out to for supplies. We stopped at Trader Joe’s to grab chips and salsa to recreate the Azteca Happy Hour Experience. The driver? Let’s call him Boston. Next to Boston, the stylish Calvin. I was in the back, behind Boston. Now you must understand, Boston epitomizes The Classic Boston driver. Take no prisoners, never uses turn signals, gets flipped off in traffic at least once a day. You may dislike aggressive drivers. In Seattle, I welcome, nay, worship them. They lend a much-needed dose of reality to our dismal, slug-like flow of traffic. ...

It doesn’t snow much in Seattle. Growing up here, I remember a few snow days here and there…we got a light dusting every ...

I'm driving home the other night and run into the all too familiar driving scenario involving two lanes and two cars attracted by some sort of strange car-to-car magnetism indigenous to Seattle. Needless to say, both cars are going under the speed limit. The motor vehicle operator in the left lane is in a new yellow and black Mustang GT, a car I previously thought only attracted drivers. Frustrated, I finally managed to get by and a sense of relief and freedom swelled through my body as I was greeted by the open road in front of me. The story should have ended there but apparently ...