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Uncle Crappy

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Almost immediately upon moving to Pittsburgh 11 years ago, I began noticing a peculiar thing that happened to me nearly every time I was stopped at a traffic light. There would be a person in the left-turn lane facing me. The light would change, and the driver in the left-turn lane would try to charge out in front of everybody.

This is odd, I thought, and a direct contradiction to everything I had learned in driver’s ed class.

It grew even more bizarre, I found, when I was driving the first car in line when someone facing me was trying to turn left. When the light changed, I drove forward, just like I was supposed to. The person who was turning left would inevitably slam on the brakes. And then give me the finger.

Teenagers gave me the finger. Old ladies gave me the finger. A biker-looking guy followed me from Zelienople to Cranberry Township swearing at me at the top of his lungs because I didn’t let him turn left first.

At some point I asked The (Future) Wife, who was still in school in Athens, about this apparent mass display of Tourette’s Syndrome. She was almost as aghast as the time I asked the Giant Eagle deli-counter lady to give me a pound of Isley’s ham. Sliced.

“That’s a Pittsburgh Left,” she said, the total disappointment evident even over the phone. “You’re supposed to let the first one turn left in front of you.”

“Uh, are there signs someplace explaining this?” I asked. “Is it taught in a special Pittsburgh edition of driver’s ed?”

She became disgusted: “Everyone knows about the Pittsburgh Left. I can’t believe you’re not letting people turn left.”

I eventually got The (Future) Wife to admit that it might be difficult for someone who didn’t have the good fortune of growing up in Pittsburgh to know that you don’t in fact have to yield while turning left in Pittsburgh if your vehicle was first in line to turn left. Or that you could give the other driver the finger if he didn’t acquiesce to your God-given right to turn left first. Or that it might cause problems, given that IN EVERY OTHER SINGLE TOWN IN EVERY SINGLE STATE IN THE ENTIRE COUNTRY A DRIVER TURNING LEFT MUST YIELD TO ONCOMING TRAFFIC.

Someone later explained to me that the Pittsburgh Left became a custom to help alleviate traffic backups on the city’s narrow streets. It supposedly speaks to the friendly, helpful manner shared by Pittsburghers in their hometown.

I’m not sure what old ladies giving me the finger says about the friendly, helpful manner says about Pittsburghers and my adopted hometown. But I’d bet Ben Roethlisberger doesn’t like the Pittsburgh Left much.

It makes sense to me. Like me, Roethlisberger is a native Ohioan. Granted, he’s lived here for a couple of years, but he’s had many more years of experience driving in a state that doesn’t arbitrarily ignore traffic laws here and there. It took me many years to grow to expect that that guy turning left is going to try to race me to the middle of the intersection. Ben apparently hadn’t learned that lesson yet.

He apparently missed the lesson about wearing helmets while riding motorcycles too, but that’s a whole different deal.

So. Pittsburgh. Is the Pittsburgh Left still a good idea, now that it almost killed your quarterback?

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