Made the trip from PA to MA yesterday, which has always been a sort of cutesy use of abbreviations. We’ve come to MA and sometimes ME from PA, for the last 30-plus years, to visit Mom and Dad, among others.
Anyway, we’ve made the trip many times over the years, and the complaint is usually the same—once we hit CT, all bets are off regarding how long it will take to go from the NY border to the MA border.
Yesterday was momentous, if only because it was closer to the realization of one’s worst nightmare when trying to go from Point A to Point B. Between heavy merging, congestion, and construction, there were only rare stretches where highway speeds were reached between the border with New York and the other side of Waterbury. Most of the time it was standing still or creeping along at 20 MPH. At least the MPG number was trending in the right direction. Made up a little bit for the slowness after getting through Hartford.
Every time I drive the route, I tell myself to avoid getting caught up in going with the flow, which sometimes means going 80 or higher. I start with good intentions of honoring the speed limit, but most times end up being grateful that I’m off the treadmill and have made it in one piece.
*Or some other more current Formula 1 racer…
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