Join Me in Snarkville

My son is a backseat driver.  Oh, if that wasn’t the understatement of the year.  Duke is more than a backseat driver, he is more of a backseat dictator.  He feels that he massive amounts of driving experience (i.e., none) affords him the knowledge of the rules of the road.

Case in point, he once (ok, honestly, MORE than once) argued the Queen Mum down about if she was allowed to  make a right turn on red.  He firmly held for the longest time that since red lights mean stop then you were not allowed to stop and then make a right turn.  I can not tell you how long we took to try to convince him otherwise, but alas we did.  Then he decided that you could not make a left turn without a green arrow, so what about all those intersections without turn lanes or green arrows??  See, to argue is pointless and may be the cause of my twitch.

So, given this, I’ve been forced (for my own sanity that is) to try to teach my future driver what the various street signs mean.  I’ve done very well with the various kinds of parking spaces we can’t park in (dang those blue spaces) and the traffic light colors and meanings.  Then today, he spotted a sign and he decided he would tell me what it means.

First the sign:

Duke’s Traffic Lesson:

“That sign means ‘No Smoking when driving backwards’”

Now you know.  Go forth and drive in good health, both smoke-free and driving in reverse on a major road.