My commute to work is normally 30 minutes. I spent almost 2 hours in my car this morning thanks to the “winter storm” we had last night. In Washington, DC, winter storm means .3 inches. Make sure you read that closely… Point three inches. That means the first car to hit the road this morning melted it all with tire friction.
For my entertainment, this quote is from an article in the paper. It details the beauts that live around me.
A number of schoolbuses were just plain stuck, unable to move at all.
Many commuters could not get out of their driveways. And when they did, some returned after seeing the clogged roads ahead.
On top of it all, metrorail’s Orange Line was closed for a time during the early morning hours after an SUV crashed through a fence near the East Falls Church station and landed on the tracks.
I’ll take these in order:
“A number of schoolbuses were just plain stuck, unable to move at all.” The poor writing of this sentence shows the level of intelligence in our nation’s capital. Enough said.
“Many commuters could not get out of their driveways.” I backed my Volkswagen out of its parking space, uphill, with no problem. People are incompetent.
“On top of it all, metrorail’s Orange Line was closed for a time during the early morning hours after an SUV crashed through a fence near the East Falls Church station and landed on the tracks.” I have no idea how this happened. For anyone not familiar with DC and I-66, allow me to explain what had to happen for this SUV to get onto the tracks of the Metro.
1. Veer to the left at a 90 degree angle.
2. Jump the 3 foot concrete wall.
3. Drive on the grass for 15 feet.
4. Knock down the chain link fence.
5. Drive over gravel for 3 feet.
6. Drive onto train tracks.
It’s so easy, I can’t believe it doesn’t happen all the time. With some liberties on my part, Eric Cartman said it best. “Ehhhhhhhhhh. God I hate you, D.C. drivers.”