Driving in Pensacola is an exercise in frustration – with a few exceptions

Tom Moore

Contributing Writer

I have lived here in Florida all my life. I took the huge leap when I left home to move from Allentown, near Milton, to Pensacola. Since it was nearly an hour commute one way, I drove a lot.

Admittedly, I may not be the world’s best driver. I have been known to speed, get a small case of road rage and occasionally go the wrong way down a one-way aisle in the parking lot at Wal-Mart. However, the other drivers here are downright scary. After driving here for 17 of my 36 years, I realize one thing: If the car in front of me has its right blinker on, it simply means the blinker works. It does not necessarily mean they are turning. Same is true with brake lights.

I was three car lengths behind this joker the other day, and he just suddenly, randomly slammed on his brakes. No apparent reason whatsoever. Just testing his brakes, I guess, seeing if they worked.

But the worst of all, the one habit that triggers my road rage worse than any other, is when people sit at a green light! You have seen it, you may have even been caught up in it. The light changes from red to green, but instead of going, everybody just sits there! Are they waiting to log off of their smart phones, or for Facebook to give them permission to restart their morning commute? Come on, guys, if the light is green, you can go!

However, the other day I was pleasantly surprised. I was driving down Nine Mile Road, heading to class, and, the light in front of the Target shopping center turned red, and everyone stopped. It turned green and everyone went. I then turned off past the Circle K, the car in front of me used her turn signal correctly, much to my surprise, and even did a left-hand turn into the Boy Scout parking lot. I was so happy, I started singing Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah!

For one brief, shining moment, my faith in the Pensacola driver is restored. At least until that next joker cuts me off!