Originally Posted by Addie
I got a look at that truck that tried to go through the overhead bridge. The stupid jerk didn't even stop when he heard the top of his truck being ripped off. He was more than halfway through when he finally stopped. Sorry about the name calling, but it is the only one that is printable.
Addie, per the news he was a new-ish driver for that company, it was the first time he had driven a truck that large, and he was not familiar with Boston roads or their total lack of proper signage. It's really not right to completely rip him.
He was interviewed by a local reporter shortly after the accident. He said he panicked when he heard the truck hit and his reflexes made him accelerate. It can be a common reaction in an accident, albeit an undesirable one. As far as seeing a sign? As my neighbor up the street says: MA feels like they don't need to put up good signage - if you're from here, you know where you're going; if you aren't, you can just go back home.
Since you've never driven, you have absolutely no idea how difficult it is to navigate the Boston area. The streets are confusing. In many cases signage is completely lacking, although many times the signs can make you even more confused. Himself has driven Boston streets on and off from the mid-1970s, when he worked for a company that was headquartered in Burlington. He would be up here for a week at a time on business, sometimes 2-3 weeks a month, so he would spend his free time in the evening exploring. He did that on and off with two different companies until Company Number Two moved us up here in 2000. In spite of many adventures exploring the roads, he still managed to completely miss the invisible signs that told us we were entering the Turnpike westbound, when he thought we were going down a parallel road - TWICE! Needless to say, we were not pleased with paying the toll to drive on a road we didn't want in the first place TWICE! Since then, not only has the signage improved at that location, but they built a u-turn in case you get on that ramp anyway.
We no longer go into Boston. Himself has taken pity on me since I turn into a bundle of terrified mush each time we get on those danged roads and feel like we're in a game of Dodge-ems. Providence is so very much nicer (and closer, too!).