Ugh, don't get me started on four-way stops. I'm the only person in my entire city who knows how they are supposed to work. Well, it seems that way most of the time, anyway.
Compared to some places I've been, drivers in Alaska are, I suppose, not that bad. I've seen traffic conditions in places like Italy that would make me give up automobiles forever and spend the rest of my days on foot. Still, knowing that it's better here is small consolation when I'm actually out on the roads trying to go somewhere.
And winters are the worst. You'd think people in wintery regions would quickly adapt to such driving conditions and therefore become proficient at it. Not even close. Brief as our summers are, somehow during the course of them everyone in the state except me forgets how to drive in the winter. It's insane the number of accidents we always get after the first snow comes. And if, by some freak of nature, the first snow melts and we have a bonus week of decent roads, as soon as it snows again everyone forgets anew. Heaven forbid anyone should just bite the bullet, leave home early to give themselves time, and slow down. I don't care if you do have studs on your tires, and frankly, the snow doesn't either.
But it's like my father says, "When you're driving, always assume that everyone else can't, and that therefore you have to drive for them."