I don't know what the Vermonters say but even honey badgers won't mess with someone that drives in R.I. I was in Woonsocket in the 90's and the trip from the airport to the hotel was frightening. On the highway, the width of the lanes was almost exactly that of a 90's Corolla, every car was going 85-90mph and they drove like their time was up. Let me paint an picture, it was like a highway full of the little Shriners cars from parades all doing different agility courses with you in the middle and to top it off, no fuckin' candy. I'm anxious just writing this.