Cars
Rrrrrrooooom! We drive them. They aren’t cheap to buy or maintain.
traffic
October 13, 2011
So I’m minding my own business, driving myself to work, when I come upon this:
Traffic.
Ugh.
That’s right, they’re doing some type of construction on the freeway that I take to get to work every morning. Why couldn’t I have remembered this and taken a different route? Because I’m a creature of habit, that’s why, and I end up taking pretty much the same route to and from work every single day. So instead of cruising along at 70 mph as I normally do, I get stop-and-go traffic instead.
forget the rules
May 20, 2011
Lest you think I take pictures in a moving vehicle, take a look at the light ahead of me. I was going to make a right-hand turn. Normally you can do this when the light is red as long as there are no cars coming. In my case, I was prevented from pulling up to the light by this oh-so-considerate lady who decided she needed to block my entire lane so that she could be 3rd in line to make a left-hand turn. And of course it just had to be at this intersections, which just so happens to have one of the longest red lights EVER! I was irritated. I’m feeling my blood pressure rise a bit just thinking about it.
trucks
January 21, 2011
So I was minding my own business driving to work this morning, going with the flow of traffic, and suddenly I looked over a couple of lanes and saw one of these:
Facing in my direction. A crazy semi-truck driver was driving 70 mph backwards on the freeway! J/K. It was actually being towed down the freeway by another truck, but for a second it made me question whether I was driving in the wrong direction.
Overcompensation
January 11, 2011
That’s right… overcompensation. Here’s something we saw while at a Target in Texas:
Natalia: Keep in mind, I’m 5’8.
White Nightmare, Part 2
December 10, 2009
After having taken a sufficient 10 minute break from what was a horrific driving experience, I finally pull out of the SLC parking garage and begin my 2 1/2 hour trek to Provo. Keep in mind: I can be a very nervous/neurotic driver, and it doesn’t take much to stress me out. Ask anyone.
The following were my thoughts as they relate to their corresponding numbers/locations on the maps below:
1) “I’d rather be poking spoons in my eyes than drive home.”
2) “Okay, this isn’t so bad. I can handle this.”
3) “Uh, oh. The windshield is getting grimey… some wiper fluid should do the trick. … NO wiper fluid!? Son of a…”
4) “That’s okay… I’ll just exit here at Redwood, and find a gas station… there’s bound to be one right off the freeway.”
5) “Where in the name of Bob Newhart is a gas station!!”
6) “Oh, there it is. Now how to get back onto the freeway. (I look at my phone) I’ll just take this road back to I-15! Cake! Okay… this isn’t too bad. I can handle this.”
7) (As I’m turning right onto the I-15 on-ramp) “Efff! Another slide! I hate this car.”
(I’m aware there are two 8′s and two 14′s… I was just too lazy to fix & re-number. Deal with it.)
8-1) “Okay, this isn’t so bad. I can handle this.”
8-2) “MORE windshield grime!? Double-you tee eff!! I guess I need to exit soon and clean this crap off.”
9) “And what better place to exit off on to, than a Denny’s! I’m hungry.
10) “Crap, Denny’s is on the other side of the road, and in order to get to it, I’m going to have to U-turn and get behind this crazy long line of traffic getting back ON to the freeway. I’ll just keep heading East on this road… ugh.”
11) “Redwood again. (sarcasm) Nice.”
12) “Okay, this isn’t so bad. I can handle this.”
13) “Clean windshield. Now to get back to I-15.”
14-1) “Okay, this isn’t so bad. I can handle this.”
14-2) “More grime… as expected. I guess I should pull over.”
15) “STOP SLIDING AROUND! I HATE YOU! WHERE’S THAT SPOON!?” (Why the thought of buying wiper fluid hadn’t crossed me, is a complete mystery.)
16) “Okay, so I’m on Lehi-Main… If I go through the underpass and jump onto State St, I’m home-free without having to hop back onto the freeway and not get anymore grime on my windshield.”
17) “Holy crap! I’m NOT on Lehi-Main… Ugh, I better turn around and get back onto the freeway.”
18) “I’ll turn left here, then turn around, and head back to the freeway… (I look to the left and see that these roads are very much iced-over AND at an incline.) I’m screwed.”
19) (After being stuck for 3 minutes sliding on the inclined, snowy road, while other cars pass me on both sides…) “Why me!? Why me!? Why me!?”
20) “I need to check to see if the tire I had inflated earlier is doing okay. I’ll park here at this school…. Still holding strong.”
21) “I want to be home, in bed, right now.”
22) “Okay, this isn’t so bad. I can handle this.”
I stick to the freeway the rest of the ride home, and all seems well. Ten minutes away from the house I notice it is now 9:15 AM, and Natalia’s flight should have landed 30 minutes ago, so I call her.
I pull onto the street “La Maison” is on, only to realize, I need to turn around so I can park on the other side of the street. Flashbacking to last year’s Christmas Day, when I got stuck turning around in the street in the snow, I decide I will go through the street, and try and turn around in the parking lot of a local school.
I spend 10 minutes in this parking lot after getting stuck twice, and nearly striking at least 2 cars. I safely make it out, and head onto the street at the opposite end so I can park on the correct side of the street. It had been 4 1/2 hours, but I made it back home, unscathed.
THE END.
on empty
November 14, 2009
I thought I was going to run out of gas on my way home the other night. The worst part was that I was stuck in the middle of this crazy traffic jam on the freeway. For some reason, running out of gas is seriously one of my worst nightmares. I start feeling like I’m going to have an anxiety attack if I don’t get gas in my car very soon after the light goes on.
who does this belong to?
November 12, 2009
I’ve noticed that when it comes to cars, Las Vegas has everything from the extremely expensive exotic cars to the most hideous clunkers you could imagine. I recently came across this beauty:
I’m not sure who this car belongs to, but I’m thinking they are sports fans. I could be wrong, though.
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