When I was stationed in New York (Saratoga Springs), I drove up there in February. There wasn't much snow 'til we got close to Albany, then there was plenty. We came in up through Schenectady, on Highway 50, rather than the Interstate. (I don't remember why, I think it was because our orders listed Balllston Spa as the duty station, and that was the quickest route there.)
They had plowed the roads to two lanes, except at the intersections, where they widened them out to about six lanes, presumably one left-turn, one straight, and one right-turn, or so I would have thought. However, when cars arrived at the intersection, the people going straight would fill all three lanes. When the light changed, they'd all rush to be the first to get into the single lane on the other side. Being a southerner, I had inclined to slow down and let the knuckleheads in the left and right lane in, but I quickly learned that that got you in a lot of trouble, since the people behind you took offense if you didn't join the demo-derby and try to stake your claim on that lane. Every intersection, it was the same. I was glad to get out of Schenectady, though it was the same in all the rest of the communites along the route.
Quod scripsi, scripsi.