Rainbow Danger
I drove to work up I-5 today. The viaduct was closed for the weekend. A huge rainstorm had just passed through South Seattle followed by partly sunny skies. There was a ton of water on the roadway. Traffic was moving along quite well and there was a lot of spray on the road. It was beautiful! The whole freeway was a big rainbow! Really cool looking.
I think a lot of people were mesmerized by the rainbows. I saw cars slowed down up ahead but several people really close to me didn't. I saw the car about two car lengths ahead of me on my left plow into the car in front of it. I could hear the dull crunch through my open window. Black jagged pieces of car were littered throughout the lane in front of me. Within seconds there was another crunch. I was virtually stopped by now. A car came careening, from a point slightly ahead of the accident, almost perpendicular to the lanes. That car came to rest on the grassy hill to the right of the freeway. I slowly wove my way through the car parts in my lane. As I passed the rear-ender I saw a car on the far left of the freeway that had a totally smashed up front with it's front tires flaring out like the legs of a squashed bug. As I rolled on ahead I passed three more rear-enders involving two and three cars. There was glass and car pieces all over the lanes.
Holy fucking shit. I drove like an old man from Ballard the rest of the way to work. People never fucking get that they can't drive as fast in the rain. Or that it's stupid to drive right on someone else's ass.
Work was really busy tonight. Normally I'm pretty even tempered and I don't get stressed out at work. But tonight I totally let it get to me and it wasn't pretty. As I was driving a friend home after close, I was commenting on the accidents I'd seen. She suggested that perhaps the stress from my drive in had carried over. I think that may be true. It's only going to get busier and busier as the holiday approach. I cannot let it get to me.
So, I have to work at 7am tomorrow. I should be heading to bed. But I'm too wound up. I should be drinking chamomile tea. But I'm having a screwdriver. I had a rough day and I deserve it. Hey, wait a minute, that almost sounded like I was justifying something I'm ashamed of. Naaaah.
I think a lot of people were mesmerized by the rainbows. I saw cars slowed down up ahead but several people really close to me didn't. I saw the car about two car lengths ahead of me on my left plow into the car in front of it. I could hear the dull crunch through my open window. Black jagged pieces of car were littered throughout the lane in front of me. Within seconds there was another crunch. I was virtually stopped by now. A car came careening, from a point slightly ahead of the accident, almost perpendicular to the lanes. That car came to rest on the grassy hill to the right of the freeway. I slowly wove my way through the car parts in my lane. As I passed the rear-ender I saw a car on the far left of the freeway that had a totally smashed up front with it's front tires flaring out like the legs of a squashed bug. As I rolled on ahead I passed three more rear-enders involving two and three cars. There was glass and car pieces all over the lanes.
Holy fucking shit. I drove like an old man from Ballard the rest of the way to work. People never fucking get that they can't drive as fast in the rain. Or that it's stupid to drive right on someone else's ass.
Work was really busy tonight. Normally I'm pretty even tempered and I don't get stressed out at work. But tonight I totally let it get to me and it wasn't pretty. As I was driving a friend home after close, I was commenting on the accidents I'd seen. She suggested that perhaps the stress from my drive in had carried over. I think that may be true. It's only going to get busier and busier as the holiday approach. I cannot let it get to me.
So, I have to work at 7am tomorrow. I should be heading to bed. But I'm too wound up. I should be drinking chamomile tea. But I'm having a screwdriver. I had a rough day and I deserve it. Hey, wait a minute, that almost sounded like I was justifying something I'm ashamed of. Naaaah.