As I got to the top of Rt. 24 yesterday on my way home, traffic came to a stop. There were a couple of escape routes I could have taken. Brayton Ave., 195 East, but I chose to stay in the long line instead. It was a concious choice - sitting in traffic would give me the opportunity to just listen to music and think about life. Not only that, but I was curious as to what was causing the backup.

Progress was slow. My clutch leg started to feel like I was climbing Mt. Monadnock again, and my bladder was telling me that maybe choosing to sit in traffic was not the best decision. Of course, at that point I was already commited and had passed my points of escape.

Well, I made it home after about an hour of stop and go. One of those nifty trucks that carry new cars was stacked just a bit too high and didn’t make it under an overpass. Well, it did make it I guess, it just left the tops of three new cars behind. This of course was pretty much cleaned up by the time I got to the scene. Saw it on the news later though.

So in the end, I found out what caused the backup. Though I’m not too sure how far I got with that whole “thinking about life” thing.