We live about where Interstate 40 joins Interstate 85 and they move along together for a bit. It just messes with my head to think that Jean and I could get into our car and go just about anywhere in our 48 States without getting off the Interstates. There are a lot of times that you can legally drive 70 miles Per Hour.
Last evening we were driving South on I-85 and traffic was all jammed up bumper to bumper in the Northbound lanes. There were fire trucks at the scene and I remember thinking, “I sure hope that road is clear tomorrow.” This morning I learned that two people had been killed when they ran off the highway at that time. I had a booking to give a presentation this morning as I wrote this and all I had to do was get on I-85 and zip over to Durham, just about 11 miles drive, get off the expressway and drive a mile and a quarter and there I’d be half an hour early for my talk. Well, this morning I got on I-85 northbound. I’d driven about 2 or 3 miles, traffic stopped and we sat there for just about an hour.
We called ahead and our hostess promised that she’d do some dancing and such to hold the audience and after an hour delay our traffic started moving along just fine. I was about a half-hour late for my scheduled time and did an hour and fifteen minutes and they were a wonderful, receptive, loving audience and all is now well with the world. I’m not sure, though, f I will ever have that much trust in the Interstate Highways again.