for the advice they gave to that woman from Brooklyn who drove up here to Vermont with a bubble the size of a half dollar on one of her tires to replace it post haste.
It never fails to amaze me how people can be so blithely thoughtless about their personal safety and that of the children that they profess to care so much about, not to mention all of us innocent bystanders, all in the name of saving a few dollars.
Motorists from elsewhere are enough of a hazard when they come up here with their obnoxious driving habits like incessant tailgating in their enormous Urban Attack Vehicles and large imported sedans, yakking endlessly on their cell phones while blowing through red lights and practically running off the road, and my personal favorite, stopping DEAD in the middle of the road just over blind hills and around curves during foliage season just to look at the leaves. Add to that a car that’s an accident just waiting to happen and you’ve made MY day!
Now if I could just figure out a way to convince her to leave her little drippy nosed droolers at home next time she comes up for a visit, that would be the icing on the cake.
P.S. The State Bureau of Tourism has asked me to mention that these views are only those of one crotchety old coot suffering from an advanced case of cabin fever. They cordially invite you to come and visit anytime and spend lots of dough, but please don’t forget to go home again. 
Those tourists don’t ask for much. Most of them just want to be able to lock the door to their room. They do look funny when they try to hail a cab in Freeport Me.
I love how they rattle the yokels by telling them that they have a son who is a lawyer for the EPA. The tourist trap operators will talk about it for years.