Home Safe And Sound To A Hot Humid Morning Coffee Muses
Happy Birthday America…
The drive home brought me to a few realizations… One, Alabama and Mississippi must use construction zones on the interstate highways as revenue streams. I have never seen construction zone that ran on for tens of miles like through those two states where 70 mph speed zones are cranked down to 50 mph and traffic fines are doubled and the only sign of construction visible are a few construction barrels scattered along the completely finished resurfacing project. Now I don’t really know about Mississippi, this was my first time in the state in forty years, but Alabama has been pulling this since we first started driving to North Carolina.
Every trip thru Alabama on I-59 has had construction zones that run for 20, 30, 40 miles, and I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of construction crews I have seen. So what is the idea of forty mile of slow speed driving when actual workers might cover half a mile somewhere in the middle?
Realization number two, I-10 has to be the worst road in America. The number of big trucks is horrendous, the number of different speeds being driven is probably as high as the number of drivers and there are only two lanes on the majority of the road.
The craziest thing about the trip was, the average speed through all of the faux construction zones was probably between 70 and 80 miles per hour. And that includes all of the long haul truckers.
Anyway, it’s good to be home. The grandkids were ecstatic to see us. Sadly, I already miss the mountain weather.
It’s way too early to be this damn hot.
Now I have to unpack… Later.