Driving and living in Atlanta after living in Charleston and Raleigh felt like transitioning from a modern cooperative society to an island of cannibals. The amount of aggression needed to change lanes largely regardless of attempts to signal good faith and politeness is baffling. Driving is a fascinating ritual with vastly differing norms across regions. It would be interesting to learn if anthropologists have studied this

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rramadass 2 hours ago | parent [-]

> Driving is a fascinating ritual with vastly differing norms across regions. It would be interesting to learn if anthropologists have studied this

And Psychologists!

Reading the comments in this thread is quite amusing.

As a driver in India, i can tell you anything goes as long as you don't get into an accident (which may/may-not kill you) or get caught by the police.

No rules matter and the only goal is to "one-up" everybody else on the road and if they are trying to "one-up" you, then prevent it by any means possible. It is a "game of chicken" in its purest form; game theory in action. Rules are mere suggestions only followed by the meek and the weak.

You have no idea how invigorating it is to drive in India.

	▲	toast0 26 minutes ago \| parent \| next [-]
		> No rules matter I was only briefly in India and did not drive while there, but the one rule that everyone adhered to was: communicate what you're doing by honking. If you are stopped: honk to let people know. If you are moving: honk to let people know. If you are turning: honk to let people know. If you are proceeding straight: honk to let people know. If you are on a motorbike or in an autorickshaw: honk twice to let people know. Etc.
	▲	its_magic 2 hours ago \| parent \| prev [-]
		I don't mind that sort of traffic, as long as I'm in Somebody Else's Car or an old junker that's already banged up. In these situations, the biggest and ugliest car/truck with the meanest driver always wins.