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Rainy Day Roadtrip Thoughts

rainy-day-drivingI do a lot of command performances, not that I am in any way a performer, I just have to be certain places at certain times, rain or shine.  So once again, over the weekend, I’m in a rental car, traveling at high speeds in pouring rain and fog.

Better than snow and ice.

I mentally occupy myself, while simultaneously pondering why, when the temps outside are below freezing, yet it’s still raining, I have the option to use the airconditioning and enjoy 11.29.12 Rainy Day Driving Tipsa fog-free windshield, or else put on the heat to calm my chattering teeth, but not be able to see the road before me.

Therefore, I alternate temperatures, switching back and forth like a schizo.  It’s hard to see the dashboard and whether the rainy-drive-to-worklittle arrows are pointing at the nonexistent defrost, legs, or body.  All this, while my fellow drivers maneuver like maniacs, going 50 in a 70 zone, or weaving in and out at high speeds like the Indy 500.

Coming to a standstill, I can only imagine a serious accident ahead.  Not one online option can tell me exactly where I am, or how to exit to an alternate route, to avoid or bypass whatever it is.

I sit, and sit, and sit, as the rain grows stronger.  Cars begin whizzing past the lineup, driving on the right andstock-footage-car-right-mirror-detail-point-of-view-driving-on-a-rainy-day-on-highway left shoulders.  Some vehicles try to pull over their lane and block the others.  I get nervous whenever we move an inch or two forward as the interlopers invariably try to suddenly cut in front of me and get back in line, causing me to ride the tail of the car in front of me, too close for comfort.

Evil thoughts cloud my mind, usually along the lines of the lawbreakers burning in hell, while car after car tries to sneak past, as though the rest of us have absolutely no appointments thto meet.  I race against the clock, deep-breathing in an effort to keep my blood pressure from skyrocketing over the stress.  After about 45 minutes, the blockage breaks up and I move forward with no clue as to whatever might have caused it in the first place.

Then the yo-yo drivers begin their routine, increasing their speed by 10 miles per hour, followed by dropping back in speed by the same.  Forward- back- forward- back, and I can’t seem to get around them any which way.  Trucks careen, coming dangerously near my side, splattering lots of liquid my way, the spray causing me to consider why the windshield wipers won’t work any faster.

I arrive to my destination just in the knick of time, wondering why I push myself.  Have you ever had a day or two, a week or two, a month or two like that, or is it only me?

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  1. avatar Jeremy says:

    Do not even go there. One of my pet peeves during the daily commute are the drivers who insist on bypassing an entire lineup of cars to exit ahead of everyone else. As you mentioned the straightaways are also problematic when nobody uses speed control. Bad weather just adds to the frustration. Daily driving often calls for Divine intervention. Glad you made it through!

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