So I am guessing that roughly 79% of all DC based bloggers are talking about their drive to or from work today. It sucked ass.
If you have read my first post, you know that I am working on the prospect of getting my own lane. If I had my own lane I wouldn't have had to spend 2.5 hours trying to go 26 miles today (you do the math.)
But then again, I also wouldn't have witnessed the lady who thought that icy roads and a driving snow (no pun intended) were the perfect place to do her makeup. Or that guy who was doing the crossword puzzle. Ugh.
I wouldn't have witnessed the American Legion Bridge in a state so icy that if you didn't take it fast enough, you would be stuck on an incline, spinning your wheels futilely. That was pretty cool actually.
It's days like these that make me very happy with my decision to go with the Jeep. It is a gas guzzling V8 with big, knobby tires, and it's also trail rated. This is its first snow test, and after I got the hang of it, it performed wonderfully. Mind you, even though my car handled beautifully, doesn't change the fact that I had Volkswagen's flying at me like I had pissed off the Germans or something.
Ahhh, my own lane. I could zip straight to work (or wherever else I want, since it is also a magical, mythical lane) and wouldn't have to watch out for other drivers.
But where's the fun in that.
Please share your awful commuting stories, and feel free to lament for your own lane.
-Londo
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