Lewis: Driving me crazy

Lewis: Driving me crazy

We just got back from a road trip through the Scottish Highlands, and I never thought I’d say this, but I miss their competent drivers. In Scotland, the roads are approximately the width of a ski pole and bordered by either ancient stone walls or sheep that look like they own the place. Yet somehow, miraculously, it works. People stay in their lanes. Trucks use the slow lane. They signal before turning. They yield when a sign says “Give Way,” wh…