Anyone who knows me knows I’m not the best driver.

Actually I’ll extend the list to include several employees at State Farm and a few unlucky motorists.

My driving record has offended a parking lot pole, several trees and a fence.

After flipping my first Jeep and replacing the entire side of my current Jeep, it’s now known as Jeep 2.5, a bittersweet reminder of accidents survived.

I’ve been known to cause claims when I’m not even driving.

A few years ago I parked the farm truck, an old, massive F-250, at the top of my steep driveway, only to realize I hadn’t actually parked the truck. About 30 seconds later from inside my house I heard what sounded like a trashcan blowing over, but the boom was actually the truck going through the neighbors’ living room.

Even with a back-up camera and beeping sensor I managed to back into my neighbor’s truck last month. I guess I’m not surprised State Farm won’t provide me with coverage anymore.

Needless to say I’ve been on the receiving end of my fair share of honks, expletives and obscene gestures, but I have never experienced the kind of honking I’ve gotten in Vicksburg.

I’ve made sure my blinkers aren’t on, and I know I’m between the mustard and mayo (I learned to drive in a red truck, the ketchup, which was supposed to stay between the center yellow line, the mustard, and the outside white line, the mayo).

Over the past several months, I didn’t know what I was doing to offend so many drivers, but it seemed nearly every time I drove back and forth to work on Halls Ferry Road I was getting a beep.

Had my reputation preceded me? Surely moving to a new state would give me the opportunity to leave my infamous auto accidents behind.

It was my Vicksburg-born-and-raised fiancée, Allison East, who finally cleared my conscience.

Apparently honking under the red brick bridge on Halls Ferry Road is a tradition meant to bring good luck.

Well, some call it good luck, some call it superstition, but many just call it annoying.

What a relief to know I hadn’t earned all of those honks, and maybe I am becoming a better driver.

Of course what was a relief for me ended with a laugh for Allison.

Moving to Vicksburg has ended up being a tougher learning curve than I expected, especially on the road.

I’m still trying to figure out the road-turned-parking-lot that occurs in front of City Auditorium.