Category: driving me crazy

  • Slice of the Tzur Hadassah commute, minharot style.

    Driving home to Tzur Hadassah through the minharot (tunnels) is not always peaches. On our way home today, passing Husan, Beitar and Wadi Fukin, we found soldiers everywhere, cracking down, probably on the hunt for someone specific from a tip-off. We were greeted by this right as we were getting to the machsom (checkpoint), literally…

  • Today's word: תאונת דרכים

    Here’s what I get to listen to 45293436% of the time while driving home from school. It’s a loosely translated sampling of the radio D.J. on Galgalatz reading the traffic report: “And now, the traffic. Folks, take it easy on the roads out there… We all want to get home safely, and we all need…

  • A light on the Israeli police situation.

    On my way home from school tonight I was getting speeding off the ramp from Kvish 1 towards Bet Shemesh when the inevitable happened: the red and blue lights came peeking out from behind me from afar. I recognize that I can be a bit of a speed demon when in the right mood. When…

  • Head (and everything else) in the clouds.

    They are predicting the most intense snow storm in decades for next week. Meanwhile, I’m up to here in clouds. They are everywhere, especially in my eyes. I know I’ve already written about the fog… But I just can’t get over how normal it seems around here. Here’s a morning commute from this past week:…

  • My new wheels – or – Dream cars are relative.

    In the past month I’ve driven half a dozen different cars. It started with the Ford Focus, which I’m borrowing from a friend who has been abroad for a while. The goal there was to get through the move and then get back and forth from the new home. I thought I’d see what leasing…

  • Lizrael, princess of the rood.

    My commute has become significantly more interesting. Not much longer, thankfully, but definitely more interesting. It now involves driving through a few kilometers of the West Bank; I can hear some of you cursing me out while some of you are cheering me on. I’ll choose to ignore both reactions for now. I don’t think…

  • Getting around town.

    Now that I’ve been getting around on only four wheels (as opposed to 4386524 wheels on a bus), I’ve totally forgotten what it’s like to use public transportation. Yes, it’s only been a couple weeks, but somehow, I’ve completely lost the former public transportation patriotism I held so dear. So, for everyone I’ve left behind…

  • Danger ahead: Israelis with car.

    On Thursday, we gained control of one of the most dangerous Israeli weapons in the rather wide arsenal. No, we don’t have shwarma breath… We got a car. Or, at least, we’re babysitting one for a coworker for the next month until we begin leasing one of our very own from my company. Either way,…

  • Down-lowing drivers.

    Here’s the DL on Israeli drivers. Not so DL, really. When you heard those pro-touring-Israel slogans, ‘you have more of a chance of getting killed in a car accident than a suicide bombing’ (rosy campaign, yes) – IT’S ABSOLUTELY TRUE. In fact, it’s, I daresay, TERRORFYING. On the way to university I had a lift…