Having contentedly lived the first 23 years of my life in States adjacent to Massachusetts, I grew up hearing about Massachusetts drivers. During my childhood in Connecticut, every vacation seemed to feature a daring and dangerous trip up I-91, I-95 or I-93 that provided me with a first-hand look at these infamous creatures and the opportunity to hear my father complain about their careless and aggressive driving habits. I learned that Boston was a place that one should avoid at all costs, an automotive jungle where barbarians and savages reign.