I lived for a rather short time in Minneapolis, imagine my chagrin and utter fucking shock, I looked over my left shoulder to gage traffic entering I-94. I got up to highway speed. They had a fucking stop sign at the end of the ramp, I damn near killed an entire family, somehow I got around them, but it’s 35 years later now and I’m still not over it! I was so happy to move back to massachusetts where on-ramps actually work