We’re approaching the Vassar Main gate roundabout on Raymond Avenue. I’m signaling for the middle of the lane, which involves extending my left arm straight out and pointing downward:
Evidently, the driver figures he can get past us into the roundabout, missing my hand by maybe a foot:
Six seconds later, we’re all stopped, because the planter in the middle of the roundabout is designed to hide the oncoming traffic and make you slow down:
I’m getting more assertive about moving leftward before we enter the approach, but obviously I’m not quite far enough over.
So it goes.
