I was just cruising along, fingers tapping on the steering wheel to the songs on the radio, when I come upon traffic stopped on the highway. No problem, I’ve got time. I just hope it’s not too long.

15 minutes later
Okay, now its a bit too much. People are honking. Why? We can’t move! All I can see is the back of a pickup truck in front of me, and the grill of a huge Toyota in my rearview mirror. The ditch beside me looks deep, the shoulder narrow. Not gonna try to drive my tiny 14 inch tires through 20 inch tall grass at a 45 degree angle.

20 minutes later
I start playing a radio game with myself. I hit scan until a song comes on that I want to hear and when it’s over I scan to the next one. The little snippets I hear on the radio are sometimes humorous all strung together. I’m secretly hoping to hear a traffic update.

1 hour mark
Traffic has crawled forward about 100 yards. The honking stopped, but people are starting to drive up the shoulder, half in the ditch. I hope they find out what’s going on