Just stop pls

Impetus: Georgia Department of Transportation to spend about $356,000 painting markings and clarifying lanes on the I-85/I-75 Downtown Connector to help attempt alleviate extraneous traffic caused by people changing lanes.

GDOT seems to think that traffic is caused by people who don’t know where they’re going, basically.  That’s why they think that spending a boatload of money to try and clarify directions better than it already is, would theoretically alleviate such congestion.

Such might be the case, as I-85 and I-75 are both major veins throughout the southeastern United States, but I have to believe it to be the vast minority of traffic causes.

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Never going to happen

TL:DR: Safety group wants to lower the speed limits throughout Metro Atlanta.

Yeah, admirable cause, good intentions, but it’ll never happen.  Actually, it might actually happen if the resolve is strong enough, but even if the signs universally throughout the city post slower speeds, that’s not actually going to stop people in Metro Atlanta from actually slowing down, sad to say.

Not a single day goes by where on any given road, I’ll get blown past by, while going the speed limit, or something reasonably slightly over.  Like I were standing still.  This applies ten fold on the highways, where even if I’m cruising at like 77 mph, someone comes up hard on my tail, and I have the courtesy to move a lane over to watch a car going at least 107 mph fly past, without any repercussion or risk of actually getting caught.

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Stories that write themselves

Big weekend for semis hauling food crashing on Atlanta area highways. Still no Frito-Lay truck or the sort that contains a great deal of what would be classified as side items.

First, we have yet another beer truck crash up in Cobb County, dumping its contents all over I-75. How it overturned, who really knows, but know that it happened while going in a straight line, so whatever it was, it was truly stupid. Ultimately, the reaction is “no big deal,” because we’ve already had a beer truck crash in Atlanta within the last two years.

The food truck crash story of the weekend however, is this tractor truck full of watermelons dumping its contents all over the highways. Given the location of said incident, and the contents of the tractor trailer, this is my knee jerk reaction:

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Let’s hope the eastern seaboard doesn’t need any honey

Impetus: semi-truck carrying over 400 hives and nearly 14 million bees crashes and rolls on Interstate 5, in a town north of Seattle; bees get everywhere.

Good god almighty, this is pretty much the worst thing ever.  Thank god that this did not occur in Georgia, on the same I-285/I-20 ramp that has derailed trucks carrying beer, eggs and chickens on separate instances, because knowing the Metro Atlanta area, it would somehow end up closed highways, crippled traffic, and several violent incidents with at least three fatalities involving police being accused of shooting black people.

But seriously, imagine driving down the road, and passing through a literal cloud of bees, and they get sucked into your air filter, pop out of your vents and into your vehicle, and start stinging you?  Needless to say, this scenario is the perfect time to drop the Tommy Boy BEES video clip, which is totally relevant.

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Fantasizing about “fixing” Atlanta’s traffic woes

After a morning which saw an 84-minute drive into work, and an additional 20 minute wait at Starbucks, I’m finally settled in at my desk a solid hour after when I would have preferred to have done such.

Seriously, the next time I wake up at my house and hear pelting rain and torrential downpour, and it’s a day in which carpooling wasn’t scheduled, I’m going to say I’ve contracted cholera, and call in sick.

I’m finding that my criteria of what constitutes a “good” morning grows lower and lower, and it’s getting to a point where nightmarish traffic is expected, and I’m just happy when the douchebag in front of me at Starbucks doesn’t pay with the Starbucks app, which conveniently my daily Starbucks does not have the hardware to accept in any other fashion than necessitating three minutes to punch in every single digit before the screen goes back to sleep.

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Never let anyone tell you what to do

Short story shorter: person shot and killed outside of Atlanta-area Kroger, particularly already nicknamed “Murder Kroger.”

Never mind the fact that President Obama is already trolling around in Atlanta, making the miserable traffic worse than it can already possibly be.  I was musing my possible alternate routes home, given the fact that my usual plans A and B are likely going to be shot on account of the President’s presence in the city.

So I thought of another alternative route, that would take me due east on Ponce, where I could then go due south on Moreland, until I got onto the interstate and make my way home, avoiding the Downtown Connector and airport in one fell swoop.

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The trolliest car on the road

You want to get over a lane, and the car you’re planning on getting in front of speeds up and prevents you from doing so.  Never mind the fact that there is nobody behind them, you’re just not getting in front of them.

You want to merge onto the interstate, and the car in the lane you’re trying to merge onto doesn’t speed up or slow down and makes you have to adjust your speed for them to wait for them.  Never mind the fact that there is nobody in the adjacent lane for them to have made the courtesy move into, you’re the one who’s going to have to adapt.

You are in a parking lot that flows one way, and around the corner comes the car going in the opposite direction.  Whether they realize their folly or not, they still own it and act as if you are inconveniencing them, when they inevitably glare at you as they pass going in the wrong direction.

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