Fear and trembling
So here I am the other night (Thursday, May 22, 2008) returning from the regular monthly meeting of Local 282 of the Amalgamated Transit Union, the bus-union at my old employer, Regional Transit Service, the transit-bus operator in Rochester, N.Y.
The meeting was also in Rochester; so I’m in the Bathtub southbound on Interstate-590. It’s after 10 p.m.
North-south Interstate-590 interchanges with east-west Monroe Ave.; a route I have to take east a short distance to get to parallel north-south State Route 65, the road we live on.
(Actually, I don’t use all Route 65. I use another road that skirts a dogleg.)
So I get off 590 at the southbound exit to Monroe Ave. east, a cloverleaf.
There also is a northbound exit off of I-590 onto Monroe, but it’s not a cloverleaf.
It’s direct to Monroe Ave., controlled by a traffic-light.
I drive through this intersection on Monroe to get to Route 65, and that exit is signed as “no right on red.”
Suddenly, about 200 yards in front of me — i.e. well out of “phenomenal avoidance” range — a tiny Corolla blasts through the “no right on red” sign (and the red-light) smack into the path of an oncoming full-size Chevy pickup.
The pickup slams on its brakes and blows its horn. Stuff inside the bed slides into the cab — old tires, a wheelbarrow, etc.
Thankfully this is all 200 yards ahead of me. It ain’t me; just the pickup.
But Monroe widens to four lanes as it quickly approaches Route 65, the right-most lane being a dedicated right-turn lane with a separate arrow-signal (and the left-most lane being a dedicated left-turn lane with its’s own signal-arrow).
I have the green right-turn arrow, but the Monroe through-traffic is stopped by the light, so I pass the Corolla on the right.
FEAR AND TREMBLING!
Too dark to see inside, but I recognize a beehive, or whatever the current Republican equivalent is.
Probably one of them bloated 300-pound sexy mommas I often see at Weggers in short-shorts and tank-tops.
But maybe not — too dark to see.
Also too dark to see if it had a Dubya-sticker, but I did recognize a “Get-R-Dun” sticker next to a “Pray for our troops” ribbon.
The meeting was also in Rochester; so I’m in the Bathtub southbound on Interstate-590. It’s after 10 p.m.
North-south Interstate-590 interchanges with east-west Monroe Ave.; a route I have to take east a short distance to get to parallel north-south State Route 65, the road we live on.
(Actually, I don’t use all Route 65. I use another road that skirts a dogleg.)
So I get off 590 at the southbound exit to Monroe Ave. east, a cloverleaf.
There also is a northbound exit off of I-590 onto Monroe, but it’s not a cloverleaf.
It’s direct to Monroe Ave., controlled by a traffic-light.
I drive through this intersection on Monroe to get to Route 65, and that exit is signed as “no right on red.”
Suddenly, about 200 yards in front of me — i.e. well out of “phenomenal avoidance” range — a tiny Corolla blasts through the “no right on red” sign (and the red-light) smack into the path of an oncoming full-size Chevy pickup.
The pickup slams on its brakes and blows its horn. Stuff inside the bed slides into the cab — old tires, a wheelbarrow, etc.
Thankfully this is all 200 yards ahead of me. It ain’t me; just the pickup.
But Monroe widens to four lanes as it quickly approaches Route 65, the right-most lane being a dedicated right-turn lane with a separate arrow-signal (and the left-most lane being a dedicated left-turn lane with its’s own signal-arrow).
I have the green right-turn arrow, but the Monroe through-traffic is stopped by the light, so I pass the Corolla on the right.
FEAR AND TREMBLING!
Too dark to see inside, but I recognize a beehive, or whatever the current Republican equivalent is.
Probably one of them bloated 300-pound sexy mommas I often see at Weggers in short-shorts and tank-tops.
But maybe not — too dark to see.
Also too dark to see if it had a Dubya-sticker, but I did recognize a “Get-R-Dun” sticker next to a “Pray for our troops” ribbon.
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