This just came to me while I was driving one night, and I am not even sure why. I have never been anywhere near Great Britain and the only roundabout I have ever been in is in Philadelphia, PA and I was a passenger, not the driver. I don't even know if that is a proper roundabout. None of this matters, and this will probably seem silly to those readers from countries with roundabouts, but these roundabouts have long had a sort of nightmare quality about them for me. You know, trapped and unable to get out, perpetually going round and round, like a rat in an exercise wheel.
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