MY DAY: Rush hour traffic

Since I teach in the late afternoons and early evenings I am immune from rush-hour traffic. I also do not fight early-morning school and work traffic. Friday morning, yesterday, I experienced both.

Friday morning, it took me nearly 7 minutes to pull out of my driveway due to the school traffic. I had allotted myself one hour to get to the Dayton – Wright Brothers Airport in Springboro, but actually got there with about 45 minutes to spare.

Of course, this is typical of me. My grandfather was very obsessive about not being late. Not only did I inherit much of his genetic makeup, but also this one particular trait. And, it is a good trait to have.

When we returned from Pennsylvania a little after 5 PM, a large storm was about 10 to 15 minutes out. As I prepared to pull out onto 741 and head north, I was greeted by a long procession of speeding, aggressive traffic. It was eerily similar to driving in downtown New York City. And how I do miss those days!

I could not believe the traffic’s impatience, aggression, ferocity, and complete disregard of the speed limit. Trying to get into the turn lanes in the Austin Pike area was like trying to fight your way out of Midway or Vietnam. You needed guts, determination, and heavy artillery.

Learning how to drive through the Indiana countryside was a piece of cake. I was raised in an era where there was far more civility on the road. There was the occasional bird getting flipped, a few cuss words here and there, but nothing like the road rage I witness as an adult.

People appear to be in a tremendous hurry these days. And with this intense rush comes an intense utter disregard for the safety of fellow drivers on the road. I can never understand, nor appreciate, those who feel the need to wedge themselves in front of me when there is plenty of room behind me. Most often it seems to be when there are just a few feet between me and the car before me.

For so many drivers, turn signals, or directional lights – as we called them when I was a kid – seem to be a thing of the past. I do not care how antiquated society deems turn signals; I will always use them. I even use them in the parking lot at Kroger or other stores. After all, the law that specify that they are to be used whenever we are preparing to move in a different direction.

I feel fortunate that my driving needs are minimal. I do thoroughly love taking long drives, such as this one today; however, I tend to take the back roads or scenic routes so that I may enjoy the trip all the more. I so love what alternate routes often yield with scenery that you simply do not get on interstate.

Happy and safe driving to all.

About Wright Flyer Guy

Darin is a single adoptive father, a teacher, playwright, and musical theatre director from Kettering, Ohio.
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