Driving on the Interstate of Hell

I went home on Sunday to get some laundry done and spend a little time with my folks. It was pretty typical until my way back to URI became uncharacteristically frustrating. I could certainly understand a Monday around 4-5 being busy, but why on earth would I have to wait five minutes just to merge onto I-95 from Rt. 146 on a Sunday. Then, I attempted to get move over into the next lane on my left, but of course everyone in that lane was traveling bumper to bumper going 40 mph. For anyone that knows the area, the right lane abruptly turns into the Atwells Ave exit, which will come up quickly even if your crawling. I eventually escaped this fiasco, but I then had to watch a convoy of cars tap their breaks as the Thurbers curve approached. Hey fellow Rhode Islanders, maybe you should give this a thought: Lower your speed once, and maintain that until the I-95's most dangerous bend ends. That way, I can concentrate on the road and not have to play guessing games with your speed. Just when I thought the madness had ended, I get cut off by a Suburu wagon as I merge onto Rt. 4. They must have missed both signs that clearly indicate that the two left lanes are for Rt. 4, and the rest are for I-95. I can't remember the last time I was so thankful for my patience and good fortune.