I was on my way in to work, middle of the morning commute, and was actually in the vicinity of the speed limit (60 in a 55) in the slow lane (in California, the slow lane is the one moving the quickest. Everyone wants to be in the fast lane, no one wants to actually go fast), and some jerk in an old beat up white Honda pulled very close in front of me going all of 45. So, naturally…I did the worst possible thing I could do in that situation. Slammed on my brakes and yanked the wheel.
The car fishtailed, slammed into the center divide, spun around, careened toward the side railing. I yanked on the wheel again, and stopped in the center lane at the very top of the bridge facing the wrong way, and shook and shook and shook. Honda jerk didn’t even check his mirror to see what was happening behind him.
Called the cops, reported the whole thing. A very nice man in a Prius blocked two lanes of traffic so I could turn the car around and stop blocking traffic. Got off the bridge and called my sweetheart to tell him how much I love him.
It occurred to me after the adrenalin wore of how exceedingly lucky I was to NOT have hurt anyone else, and that somehow, every other car on the bridge managed to avoid my wildly careening car.
So. What all’s happened to you guys while I was gone?
Yes, aren’t bay area freeways silly? The extreme right lane is usually the fastest lane, because it’s just not cool to drive there. Everyone wants to be in the left-hand lane 'cause that’s where the big dogs drive. Those of us in the know drive in the sparsely-populated right-hand lane. Sorry that putz-brain decided to do so last week, too.
Thanks, me too. The Dumbarton, West bound, 7:45am. Was 15 minutes early, even.
What the hell is that about, anyway? Can’t see around the big assed SUV’s which are all driving slower on the bridge because they’re big and top heavy and can’t really navigate the bridge traffic well.
Thanks for the well wishes, all. Been kinda missing this place of late…
