I Hate Driving and I Hate Drivers

Today, on our drive to Avenel for a funeral service, it seemed like many of the people on the road operating motor vehicles had never done so before-- perhaps they were youngsters who had stolen these cars and were joyriding? . . . and, of course,  I couldn't tell if these were underage drivers running stop signs, making illegal turns, changing lanes without warning, stopping in strange places, and tailgating because theses days, it seems everyone in New Jersey has tinted windows-- which also makes it very difficult to ride a bike, because you can never make eye-contact with the driver to see if they know you exist and are not going to run you over when you cross the road.