3. Driving on the 1 at night
I was on my roadtrip down from Seattle back to SoCal and my mom was my passenger. I had generally planned out our days to include driving down the beautiful PCH, stopping for hikes, eating at delicious restaurants, exploring the sites. It turns out the latter three activities take up a LOT of time and “driving down the beautiful PCH” would turn into “driving down the dark, windy, unknown freeway.” There was one particular part where it probably would have been one of the more scenic drives, but since it was like 9pm at night, it was one of the most stressful drives. I had my mom in the car, so I definitely didn’t want to mess up (if I careen off a mountain, fine, but not if I have passengers), it was dark, I had no idea how much longer the windy portion would be, and there was almost NO one on the freeway.
Thank god there was ONE person … some lunatic in a BMW who would drive around at like 1.5 – 2x the posted speed limit. I decided that it would probably be easier to follow him than make it on my own … so I followed him. I have a very distinct memory of me going around some ridiculous curve at 30 mph and seeing a 15 mph speed limit sign and thinking “jesus why am I doing this.” But I just kept thinking … if this guy can do it … then it’s physically possible to take turns at this speed so … here we go!
2. Driving on the 10 in a flash storm
I don’t remember where exactly this was but I know Andria and Christina were in the car … actually now it’s foggy was it Christina or Leneve? In any case, it was somewhere on the southeastern side of US during that June 2010 roadtrip. We were driving along and unfortunately I was the driver at the time. We see these extremely dark rainclouds ahead, darker than I ever thought clouds could look during the daytime. Someone goes “oh look over there” and stupid Californian me thinks “I’m sure that’s nothing …” All of a sudden I’m driving in the most heavy rain I have ever experienced. Like, windshield wipers at the fastest speed did nothing. You couldn’t see anything at all in front of you, unless maybe you were like a foot or two away. All you could see were foggy clouds of headlights … I had no idea where the freeway was going to turn, the rain was so loud that I just turned off the radio because it was pointless to try to drown out the sounds, I kept thinking a deer would jump out at me at any moment, and we kept passing cars that had either given up and pulled off … or had been driven off to the side of the road.
It eventually just suddenly stopped but that was probably my first “omfg so this is what a real weather event feels like” moment
1. Driving on the 101 from SF during a rainstorm
So this was today. This is what spurred this entry at 2am at night. It’s been an awful past few weeks at work but today was the audit committee meeting and almost everything substantial is in review with the partner so it was like a sudden load off my shoulders. I told the two associates below me “hey we’re going home at 4:45 today” which was awesome. I drove up to SF to hang out with Kristen. At first I thought it was one of the stupidest things I’d ever done because traffic on the 101 at 5:30 is the fucking worst. But I got to SF around 6:30 and I thought “well if I had just gone home, it’d be 6:30 and I’d be depressed because I’d have nothing to do” so it all worked out!
Well I left her place around 1am and got onto the 101 and OMFG. This freeway. Is the WORST. They spend god knows how much money on redoing the Bay Bridge. Maybe they should invest some money in keeping the 101 from becoming a GIANT FUCKING WATER TUBE when it rains. I guess it was a relief that I was driving so late at night so there were way fewer cars. I cannot even begin to imagine what would have happened if this kind of rain fell during commuting times or like 9pm when it’s not as trafficy but there’s still cars speeding about.
I think experience #3 ended up being ok because I could follow someone and it wasn’t raining. #2 was ok because we actually drove super slowly and there weren’t THAT many cars on the freeway (how would I know I actually wouldn’t have seen any because the rain was so heavy). But today was terrible because it was super heavy rain, the freeway is a fucking mess but I never had any idea when I would hit a giant pool of water, and there were a bunch of pickup trucks driving around splashing water everywhere. I just kept thinking “ok just drive a little more and I’ll be back to the less rainy South Bay …” and I would then think “WTF how am I STILL only at SFO” or “GOD why is it only 3rd st WTF”
Ok sleep time.
After just one day of a normal workday I can feel the hate for my job slipping away. This is how the cycle continues…