Counting Blue Cars

hello mr. truck

See that picture up there? That was my view this past Friday night. I was traveling down I-95 to see Boyfriend Ben for the weekend – he lives in South Florida and I’m up in Central Florida. I was making good time and suddenly, we slowed to a crawl. And then we stopped.

A few cops drove past me in the emergency lane with their sirens blasting. I hoped they would help us get around whatever it was that was blocking our path. When I saw Mr. Truck in front me shut off his engine, I knew we were in for the long haul.

People started getting out of their cars to see if they could figure out what happened. A mom had binoculars so a neighbor let her jump up on the roof of their truck to investigate. Binocular Lady shouted, “It’s a wreck and it’s a big one!”

After the first hour, I got out to walk my dog Winston and I heard music. In the car to the left behind me was a young college girl playing the sax. I knew the melody but couldn’t quite place the tune.

Another hour passed and the trail mix bag was empty. I looked up and saw a dude go by my car on a skateboard. To avoid thinking about food, I messed around on Facebook for awhile. I posted a picture of my view from I95 and within minutes, one of my friends responded. She works on the air at one of our local radio stations and she must have seen the traffic reports while she was at the station.

I95 FB parking lot

Well ain’t that just craptastic!

That didn’t surprise me. It had rained hard for 5 days in a row and rain like that always makes the roads a bit slick. The rain stopped 20 minutes before we did but the road was still wet and caused the semi to jackknife.

Another hour passed and I watched the people wander out on the highway. I felt like I was in some parallel universe where strangers become friends, moms climb on the roofs of cars and small boys boys run into the brush to brag to their friends that they peed on the side of the interstate.

From out of nowhere, I saw an old beach bum ride by on a bike in the emergency lane. He was like Paul Revere yelling at the top of his lungs, ” The tow truck for the semi is here, the truck is here! Get back in your cars! We’re moving soon!” And just like that … he was gone.

We got into our cars and friendly strangers went back to being busy people on their way home. As I waited for the cars to let me in the single file line, I thought about a scene in The Breakfast Club. The one at the end where they talk about whether they’ll be friends or not.

If Brian came walking up to you in the hall on Monday, what would you do? I mean picture this, you’re there with all the sports. I know exactly what you’d do, you’d say hi to him and when he left you’d cut him all up so your friends wouldn’t think you really liked him!

I’m more like Brian and I know I would still be friendly with my fellow travelers: Then I assume Allison and I are better people than you guys, huh? Us weirdos.

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47 thoughts on “Counting Blue Cars

  1. How does one prepare for sitting in traffic three or more hours? You don’t, I guess. Making notes to start keeping bunker snacks in my trunk.

    Welcome to yeah write!

    • One needs to make sure you have enough snacks and a couple of good ideas about how you’ll use the bathroom πŸ™‚

      Thanks for the Yeah Write welcome! Looking forward to meeting the other bloggers.

    • If I couldn’t get out of the car, I would have lost it. Nothing more exciting than watching the cars whiz by on the other side of the road and you’re just sitting there.

    • It was one of the weirdest things I’ve ever seen. I’ve lived in Florida for most of my life so you’d think I’d get use to the strange but this one, he was just WAY too strange. And for the life of me, I can’t understand how he got his bike on to the emergency lane and why he was riding around the highway like that.

  2. This post made me laugh out loud. You totally brought me to the highway with you. I love binocular lady, saxophone girl and the beach bum Paul Revere. People are awesome (mostly : ).

    • I actually sat in my car with my blogging notes book and wrote down everything I saw that day. I knew if I didn’t write it down, I’d forget all the weird things that were happening around me.

      Welcome to my life and blog – I live in a world where everything makes me laugh out loud πŸ™‚

  3. Hi!!!! Love you on yeah write. I would be so stabbing if I was trying to get to my boyfriend and couldn’t because of traffic. I too will be stocking car with provisions. Lots of them.

    • Yeah, I’ve been a lurker for awhile and decided to just jump in.
      I probably would have gone crazy if it weren’t for all the strange stuff going on outside my car. They kept me entertained πŸ™‚

    • Thanks for stopping by πŸ™‚
      One of my greatest traits is my patience. Plus I love to people watch so I was highly entertained the whole time.

    • It took me 5 hours to get to his house. man, long day.
      I started feeling upset but then when I realized it wasn’t going to end, I just enjoyed the ride. It was actually kinda fun watching all this stuff around me.

    • I couldn’t stop thinking about that scene when we all got back in our cars. It was like everyone just started staring forward, back in their own worlds.

    • I’m shiwing my generation with that refernce, especially the fact that I completely remenbered that scene in my head. As for the standstill – there was too much stuff going on around me to go crazy. The entertainment kept me sane.

    • I’m an 80’s kid with an Alternative Wave twist … and that’s just how I roll. And you must be totally cool to be the first to get both of those references πŸ™‚

  4. Oh, boy. I have different plans — if I was stuck with my kids, I’d likely lose it. If I was stuck alone, I’d totally take a nap, but of course if I sit still for longer than a minute, I fall asleep (thanks to the aforementioned kids).

    • Thankfully I was NOT stuck there with my son – only my dog. I would have sent him out of the car to play and I could have honestly told my friends, “I just told my kid to go outside and play in the street with the cars”

      Funny, I saw a few people sleeping in their cars too. But really, the whole thing as just pure entertainment. People can be really weird when you watch them for a few hours.

  5. Love it! You know you’re in for it when the engines turn off. I bet like me, you talk to strangers in line at the store, the bank and just about anywhere else too. A stranger is just a friend you haven’t met yet.

    • I was upset at first but after awhile, I just sat back and watch the show unfold around me. You probably would have calmed down after a bit if you saw some of the things I saw that night.

    • I didn’t see any games get started but I did watch an old man talk for 2 hours with a long hair hippie guy. It was like watching two worlds collide on the highway.

  6. I’ve never been stuck in anything like that, and I hope that stays true for quite some time. Sounds like you handled it much better than I would have.

    • This isn’t my first time that has happened to me, being stuck on the highway. Maybe its just a florida thing and the roads get dangerous when it rains like this really hard. Plus I was able to entertain myself that the went by fast.

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