Hello, all — I’m just gong to pick up from where I left off with me getting everything out of the Z: drive (still can’t find the pictures or the Art Bell Files on the Y: drive, but that’s not important) and getting out to the local copier place to get everything printed, stapled and shiny for Saturday. At that point, I was trying to consider my options as far as traffic.
Where I live is not really all that convenient for travel. I am smack dab in the middle of two Interstate Highways. At the copiers, I was just two blocks away from I-65. Getting on it would be a straight shot (somewhat) down to work, but that particular highway was alway congested like you wouldn’t believe. The route I take to work normally is a little twisty and roundabout, but the streets are relatively open for me (with the exception the on again / off again merger of I-64 and I-65. When it gets choked up…make no plans). The downside for Friday as I’m getting everything printed and stapled is that I’m quite a distance away from the usual route to work. Also keep in mind that I still haven’t had anything for lunch, so my judgement is a little wobbly.
I figure that I can go on ahead and take my normal route to work, since I pass by a couple of gas stations, it’ll be no problem to get something quick to eat. I pay for the papers and head out to the car. I’ve got everything I need for work (cell phone, iPad and dinner). Paying for everything, I head out the door. Since I thought I was going to have more time in the afternoon than I would in the morning, I’ve already showered and shaved (I usually wait until an hour before I need to leave). I hop in the car and drive for the Interstate. Over the radio, I hear that there is a very bad tie-up on I-65 on one of the bridges. I’m heading in a different direction, and I am doing so as quickly as I can.
I get through the shopping area and zip by the gas stations. It doesn’t hit me that I need to get something to eat until I make the turn onto the Interstate. Now it’s too late to turn around, so I’ll just have to get to work as quick as I can and get something there.
Let me quickly explain how the typical driver in Kentucky drives:
- It’s not a speed limit, but a speed guideline.
- Right-of-way is determined by the mass of the vehicle you drive, or how willing you are to risk life and limb to make that merge.
- Looking before crossing lanes is considered unsporting.
I can get an idea as to whether or not I’m going to be badly late by what I’m driving by before 5:30 pm. If I pass the train tracks by the finger nail polish plant (they don’t make finger nail polish, but that’s what the place smells like) around 5:30, then I’m going to be there on time. If I’m passing the airport, then I’m going to cut it close. It’s 5:35 and I am now just crossing the bridge. Yeah. I’m gonna be late.
The best thing I can do right now is goose my engine to move up to eighty miles an hour and stay in the right lane. However, in a moment inspired by low blood sugar, desperation and not paying attention, I found myself drifting towards the middle of the road. Missing an exit would put me even later. I had to cross two lanes of traffic very soon. The only thing that’s keeping me from making the crossover is a slow truck dragging a mowing tractor. I can’t speed up to go around him, because every time I try to move forward to get around the car on my right, he slows down. So, I do what I have to do.
I slow down, peer over my shoulder quickly, goose the engine and cross the two lanes of traffic going eighty-five in a fifty-five…ish sort of zone. To my amazement, when I go over the painted off section and cut in front of a car with only a half-car length to spart — I don’t kill everyone involved. I press down on the gas some more to give the guy behind me some more room. As I creep into the low nineties, I see the “check engine” light come on. Not a little ‘dude, you might want to get me checked’. It was the ‘Scotty screaming at me that she cannae take the strain, Captain as my hair’s on fire’ red light. I keep looking from the light, to the speedometer which I am trying to ease back down to sub-light to the traffic ahead. By some miracle, the engine stays in the car and the usual choke point here is flowing free. Slowing down, I creep into the exit lane. Thanks to my daring heroics, I think I’m going to be merely two minutes late.
Wow — it’s beginning to look like that the telling of the weekend is going to be longer than the weekend itself. I will continue on with tomorrow. I’m also going to talk about my upcoming sci-fi project which I am calling “The Mind of Man”. I’m just going to try to hash out somethings online here. Hopefully it won’t be too burdensome.
Thanks for reading, and I hope to see y’all tomorrow.