Monday, April 6, 2015
Sometimes You're the Windshield, Sometimes You're the Bug
Only a couple of scares - some idiot put those huge round wooden spindle things that hold metal wire or various heayy tubings (you know those ones you usually see on giant semis strapped down 12 ways) on one of those little flatbed trailers you might be able to haul a teenager's dirt bike on.
The strap gave way and one of the two on there went bouncing cross the tollway, all lanes, until crashing into the median. I was very thankful for sitting up high in the bat truck where I caught a glimpse as it went, hit my emergency flashers to warn others and got over to the lane opposite the way it was rolling.
That made the stretch through Gary a piece of cake.
Then super heavy traffic coming out of Chicago south. I wasn't sure why, until I pulled into a rest stop only to be followed by about 8 trucks and SUVS with these giant flags srpouting out of the roof. As exhausted as I was, I could only think "great, first crazy driers, now ISIS", but it was a convoy of sports fans headed to the Final Four in Indy.
Dad asked if I was going to watch. I go on call at midnight so tea, hot bath, superwoman jammies, then sleep. I might watch machine gun curling - but I'm pretty bored with most sports.
After that folks - all I have for you tonight is this.
Posted by Brigid at 8:37 PM