Commuting from the outskirts of the metropolitan area does not keep you from the horrendous insanity of traffic. The other day, I experienced the ebbing of my precious life while sitting in a mile-long parking lot ... not because of a crash ... not because of a holiday ... not because of an act of god. Nope, the reason was ... just because. It just happens sometimes for some unknown cause.
Don't think there is immunity on the weekend. Nay, I'd say it is worse. We found out the hard way on the second weekend we were here with the kids. Everyone and their mother wants to escape DC for some R&R or for some social obligation and we can just forget about our own fleeing of the week's setting. Here is what a major north-south freeway looked like that weekend, which is a common weekend situation.
To the far left is the regular south-heading lanes. The immediate lanes you see just on the other side of the divider are the HOV lanes!! For California folk, HOV are the diamond lanes in which you have to have 3 or more riders to access. Even the HOV was in stop-n-go traffic!! My hopes for exploring the surrounding areas on weekends will have to either start at 7am on Saturdays or we have to resign to just head east or south.
Tomorrow Simone, Max and I are going to meet a potential violin teacher who lives in the town north of ours. We are leaving 1 hour and 15 minutes early and the kids will have to eat their breakfast in the car just in case there is a buttload of stupid traf
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