Woo hoo…back in the Precious and headed towards warm weather. Of course, this means traveling through tornadoes and windstorms (Arkansas, any day of the month during spring) and suffering the bad driving that is the norm on 35 between Dallas and Austin.
George swears no one in Austin has a job. He says people call each other and make plans to follow one another around in their cars all day, because that’s the only way Austin can have rush-hour traffic indefinitely. It does seem strange to see wall-to-wall traffic at 10:30 in the morning — even the bridge across the Ohio River from Kentucky to Cincinnati clears out around 10 in the morning. I think there are just too many people – Texas finally filled up and needs to shut the doors. (It’s a figure of speech, not a racial statement, for goodness sakes. Stop it. My Grandad used to say it was time to close the doors anytime we were somewhere crowded, and the fact I have to explain that makes me sad beyond belief.) Anyway, I don’t know if anyone has a job, but I do know they have an odd fascination with the center lane of traffic.
It’s even worse when you get two big trucks, both governed at 65, battling it out while traffic lines up behind them. Really girls, you’re both pretty, now get the hell out of the way. I heard a driver comment on the CB today, and it provided the perfect biting wit truck drivers are often known for.
“Hey KLLM, let’s not make a career of it. Move on over so we can get there before we’re all old.”
Indeed.