Drove home from downstate today. It’s interstate freeway all the way, so not a bad drive most days. Today, though, was most definitely a Monday.
— The wind was blowing crazy strong the entire way, mostly across the road, and in big gusts a lot of the time. Even cars (not to mention the big trucks) were being blown around in startling fashion and causing all sorts of brake lights from time to time.
— Lots of big trucks playing at silly truck games, passing each other for going 1mph faster or slower, and all of them well under the speed limit. I hate the double- and triple-Parcheesi block that takes miles to resolve.
— A car directly in front of me almost hit the bridge piling in the median at 70+mph when he drifted from the fast lane across the shoulder and into the grassy median. He recovered and got back onto the shoulder only a second or two before he would have hit the concrete piling, but then kept going right through the fast lane and into the middle lane. Then he drifted back into the fast lane and slightly onto the shoulder before finally settling back on the middle lane. When I passed him a minute or two later, the driver looked across at me, a very wide-eyed look on his face. Even better, the brand new Lexus SUV was wearing a dealer license plate, so it wasn’t even his car to wreck.
I’m just glad to have made it home.