Yesterday, I had to go with my sister and kids up north a little ways to our chiropractor (the others were with me due to a later destination that was then canceled due to rain). Anyway, our chiropractor is about 15 miles from our house—usually a 25-minute drive during bad rush hour.
It took us 65 minutes to get home. Even after the rain cleared. Amazing.
But it was okay. We had a fun drive just relaxing in the car at 5 mph… it took 45 minutes to go the first six miles; 20 minutes to go the rest of the way after I got off the interstate at the next exit.
As we were going along, probably after about four miles, a few people decided it would be better to drive on the margin—maybe create a new lane and such. After a couple of these went by, I and a few of those around me pulled partway over to block any such further intrusion. Most of the offenders heeded this signal and merged back into the normal traffic paths. But as is often the case, one holdout, a white Sentra, lingered on.
Then we came to a parked car in the margin and had to get back in our lanes. Nobody would let Sentra back in, though, but that didn’t seem to phase her a bit: she just pulled around on the grass, and resumed her marginal journey. Naturally, I eased back onto the margin to block this “extra lane.”
She went around me on the grass.
Not only that, but it was just the sweetest- (if not the brightest-) looking older lady. Probably early 60’s. And not in a hurry at all, either; she was just moseying along on the margin and grass as if it was normal.
My sister said she even visibly jumped when I honked my horn as she went by. Amazing.
