This one wins the Ultimate Insane Understatement Award! Anyone driving around DFW for the first time is in for extreme culture shock. You feel like Pascual Perez, lost on Interstate 285, trying to get to the starting game while being cutoff by shuttles, buses, limos, taxis and fellow forlorn travelers on turnout ramps every fifty yards around identical figure-eight loops with no comprehensible signage. Better to use the shuttle or ask Pascual to drive the rental car. When he gets you lost he won't have to explain.
You got that right. DFW is the craziest place I have ever seen. I flew a puddle-jumper from Midland to DFW once. As it taxied to the terminal, the plane (traveling perpendicular to the runways) had to stop at each runway and wait for a jet to go by before crossing. I’d prefer I-285 any day.