What a fun place to drive, said no one ever.
Purportedly a city whose roads were intended only for horses. The roads are weird. In defense of the "Masshole" driver stereotype, I believe the roads of their city made them that way.
Some roads are wide, but only single-laned. Some roads are narrow, but are multi-lane tracks. There's too high of a concentration of shops, stores, and restaurants, requiring frequent large-haul delivery trucks on the already-narrow streets. There are too many T-intersections that are unprotected, making left-turning a nightmare. The quantity of cars parked too close to the corner sometimes makes for blind turns--an act of faith. Some stoplights are minutes-long, stretching a short commute (it took me 30 minutes to travel three miles). The roundabout, or as Bostonian signs label it, "rotaries" are irregular, unlike the ones where exits are equidistant, like in Washington D.C. Bikers are great, and I wish everyone just biked, but the large influx of bikers on the roads makes me terrified at nearly hitting them, since they're regularly inches from me and my car. Then there's tunnels, and being trapped in traffic in tunnels is so tiresome that it's almost poetic.
Boston, you're great, but do something about your pothole-studded roads, please.