The other day, we spent a long weekend in Reno for La’s birthday. It was cold but quite nice: great food, didn’t lose too much money, decent hotel, nice little getaway to take our mind off things.
On the way back, Martin Luther King Day weekend traffic turned a four hour drive into six hours. In and of itself this was not unexpected: lots of people were going home that afternoon, one expects to have to allow some extra time. The scary thing was how badly people were driving. We passed several rear-end accidents and their associated backups. People were tailgating at 75Mph, overtaking on the right, the works. The worst offenders were, of course, the SUVs with snowboards on the roof. Their drivers must have thought they were still on the slopes, shredding.
My personal favorites: coming down the Sierra foothills, we drive into stopped traffic around a blind curve. The culprit is the setting sun, which hovers immediately above the road and makes it impossible to see anything but a flaming fireball that burns into your retinas. Around us, traffic screeches to a halt and in the rear view mirror I see a BMW spin out and hit the central divider. I hope no one got hurt, and judging by the level of traffic that appeared behind us no serious road closures occurred because of this.
Between Davis and Vacaville, several cars seem to be engaged in a race. This is at an interchange, but I forget which one. I see one coming a hundred yards behind, so I get in the far right lane so it can overtake me on the left. Instead, it veers to the right, gets on the onramp and blasts past us, driving on the shoulder before jerking back into the right lane. A late model Nissan Z that doesn’t even have its license plates, so I can’t write him up on Platewire.
