And the award goes to...

First, let's go over the category.

The worst drivers in an urban environment.

This award is a tribute to the aggressiveness, the indifference to danger, the desire to get into the lane you want, and the need to be the Leader of the Pack.

This was a tough call. I mean, you have the New York cabbie, the Los Angeles coke-snorting texting (maybe even sexting) teen in a hopped up Toyota with an out of control accelerator, the little old lady (or man) barely able to see over the steering wheel of the 20 year old caddy wandering lost in Miami, the Hummer driver running over his neighbor's Prius to get on the Interstate first in the morning commute just about anywhere in the US on a weekday morning.

But these are all wimps compared to the Houston Hustlers on any given day, including weekends.

They run the gamut of the stereotypical drivers I described above. And they toss in a certain aggressiveness and bull-riding technique native to the Texas male (and, apparently, female). And some of them engage in clustering at the same time.

So they win hands down.

It is impossible to travel through Houston on any day. The signs are incredibly cryptic, leaving you to guess if you are even on the right interstate. And, even when you can make sense of the sign, you will likely find yourself in the wrong lane and jammed up so bad, you will miss your exit. On the toll roads which supposedly bypass the stress of going through downtown, if you do not have something called an "EZ Tag", you are delegated "All Others" and funneled down to two lanes if you do not have the correct change (in coins) for a toll you only get to learn about 100 yards from the booths.

What a wonderful experience!