It's Sunday and I haven't done any driving today. I have however contemplated the idea of driving in Las Vegas and what it means. What defines driving and drivers in Las Vegas?

Vegas is an interesting mix of the aggressive and the cautious driver. And maybe this is no different than any place else, and maybe very similar to places where you find retirement communities. Old drivers, of course, represent the cautious element; slow, deliberate, goal-driven drivers. And then you have those out there who just don't seem to care about you or themselves for that matter; unlawfully fast, cellphone-using, maniacal drivers. It's a place where driving the speed limit is optional and possibly not safe because everyone else is paced at 5-25 miles an hour faster. It's a place where a yellow light means speed up and make it through the intersection at any cost. Mind you, I won't claim to be guiltless here.

May Karl Benz have mercy on us all.

I think many people living in Las Vegas, Nevada, or those who have visited, or those who have lived here and left, have stories of their driving experiences in this strange and wonderous city. I know I do . . . . And I hope to use this medium to vent, critique, and just tell stories of life (and death) on the road here.

Coming to work this Saturday morning to the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, past speeding, screaming ambulances, road maintenance, and hitting that damn lump of asphalt in the middle lane of Flamingo heading east near the Palms brought thoughts of the many aspects of driving in this city and its surrounding neighborhoods. From mundane ponderings like, "how did that lump of asphalt get there?" to humble prays for whomever those ambulances were going to, one wonders and philosophizes as one drives--hopeful in ones own safe arrival.

And so I start this blog . . . . Drive safely everyone!