Driving in downtown Pittsburgh is the single worst part of living in this city. I mean, seriously, look at this.
It's set up in some sort of quasi-grid pattern, but not really. Plus, to give you an idea of the nonsense, you have Seventh Avenue, not to be confused with Seventh Street. Those problematic naming conventions, plus the oodles of one-way streets, the incessant construction, and my pretty paltry sense of direction, make driving downtown terrible for me. But, in 2012 I had to go there by myself a few times (I seriously go downtown no more than once a month, almost always with Billy driving), and I managed to get there, park, and get home without ending up in a puddle of tears on the side of the road. Not a conventional type of power, but I'll take it.