Random Thoughts While Sitting in Traffic

Once again, another day of sitting in traffic.

Same stretch of road.

Is there an accident? Nope.

Construction? Nuh-uh.

This particular area of high-speed Interstate road is reduced to a five mile endurance test of 4 MPH traffic for one amazing reason:

The road ahead has a roof.

Ok, so we really call it a "tunnel", but let's be honest, it's really just a road with a roof.

We don't mind roads with walls.... zip right through those. However, if you complete the square and add a roof, "Tunnel Terror" overtakes many of our fellow travelers (I even know a few, personally).

The road is not designed significantly differently, and I'm fairly sure that those engineers aren't too far off with their recommended speed limits.

Yet, we must all slow down. As soon as the roof is gone ("exiting the tunnel"), the traffic clears, the terror over.



Oh, and another thought - Is it optimism or pessimism which motivates a State Trooer to sit on the side of the road aiming a radar gun at the STOPPED traffic?
"Yes, Dispatch, I can confirm the traffic is not moving."

Just my random rant... feel free to share yours.