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Monday, November 16, 2009
Commuting – NASCAR or Simple Driving?
One clear example is the rush-hour freeways of Los Angeles. There are so many cars there that people drive literally bumper-to-bumper, something with mere centimeters separating them. Granted, they are moving slower than a snail with nowhere in particular to go. There isn't much danger of a serious crash unless the person coming up on the miles of crawling traffic fails to notice this and can't slow down in time. I was that person once driving in Belgium, that is a story for another time. I'll just say I was not at fault in the collision with either of the cars that hit me.
Another example is one I see on my drive to work in Montgomery (Alabama for those of you that have not had the fortune of living in the south). Some drivers are in such a hurry that they weave in and out of the lanes like a seasoned racer. Sometimes as many as two lanes over and back again. The difference is that many drivers use their turn signals, some do not. This goes against the typical southern stereotype of taking things slow. Personally, I just set my cruise control on 65mph (5 mph below the limit) and enjoy the show.
Finally, I go back to my time driving in Brussels, Belgium. There are two examples from that experience that I will share. First, most of the problem lies in the fact that there are people from many different countries, each with their inherited driving rules and customs. While the EU has managed to get most countries on one currency, they have a long way to go to get them all driving the same way. The other thing that contributes to the NASCARiness (yes, I made up that word) of European driving is that cars are generally smaller outside the United States. You can fit more of them in a single lane than you normally can. I have seen as many as 3 or 4 “lanes” where there are typically 2. As long as everyone fits on the track, I mean road, no harm no foul.
So on that note I leave you with this final thought; commuting is just like NASCAR except there are turn signals...some times.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Gool Ole Southern Cookin'
Friday, July 31, 2009
Farmers Anonymous
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Hope my luggage hits the jackpot!!
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I hope they wait until it hits a big jackpot before they send it back. Although, I do need my uniforms for work on Monday.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Lost? or Just Not Where I Need To Be?
On a recent trip to Mobile, AL I had a discussion with my wife; what is the difference between being lost, and not being in the place you need to be? To defend my case, I enter the following exhibits into evidence.
Exhibit 1: Colorado Springs, Colorado May 1989
We were on our first cross-country trip, moving from Michigan to California. We thought it would be a good idea to stop at Peterson AFB to fill up the gas tank and get a few supplies for the remainder of our trip. It was such a long drive from the freeway to the base that I decided to take a shortcut back. Long story short, I finally stopped for directions. This was only after an hour or so of driving around Colorado Springs trying to find an on-ramp. Clearly, I was lost.
Exhibit 2: near Füssen, Germany November 2006
We decided to take a family vacation in Bavaria, and drive. It was only supposed to be about a 12-hour trek, including a stop at Ramstein AFB for gas and a meal. I'm sure you're thinking, AHA!!, that is where you went wrong last time. Unfortunately, that was not the problem. The problem occurred when the sun went down and the snow started falling as we started driving in the Bavarian Alps. Our maps weren't very detailed, and we ended up on a narrow winding road that was not on the map. We really enjoyed the peaceful drive down the valley to a beautiful village; it looked like a Thomas Kincaid painting. Couldn't say for sure if it was in Germany or Austria at that point, we were so close to the border. Anyway, we made our way back to a main road and I stopped at a hotel to ask for directions. Left turn from their parking lot, over the bridge, make an immediate right. From there we followed the signs for Garmisch-Partenkirchen and arrived safely. Again, clearly I was lost.
Those clearly are examples of what it is to be lost. I didn't know where I was or how to get to where I needed to be. One thing that might have helped was a Yooper Compass. It is a snuff can with a mirror in the lid. It doesn't show you where you are or where you are going, just who is lost. This brings us to the event that sparked the discussion.
Exhibit 3: Mobile, Alabama February 2009.
We thought it would be nice to drive across the opening of Mobile Bay on our way home. We got on I-10 heading east and settled in for a leisurely drive. We saw the Battleship USS Alabama, and miles of wetlands. As we reached the other side, my wife looked at the map and told me which road I needed, to get back to I-65 and our way home. I saw the sign for the exit, made a note of it, and proceeded to drive past it without exiting. About 8-10 or so miles later we came upon the next exit and made out way back to the correct exit and took it this time. Shortly after that, my wife told our daughter we weren't lost anymore. Usually I accept being told I am lost, but only when I am truly lost. This time I knew exactly where I was and how to get back to where I wanted to be, and even got there without getting more lost. Clearly a case of not being in the place I needed to be.
The defense stands.