The Mini-Van Race Car
Picture this: a white mini-van ignoring all traffic rules, roaring along Atlanta's I-285, weaving and zipping between lanes. Who was that stupid driver? Me!
But let me explain:
"Mom, I need you to come. I'm in labor." (Phone call from my pregnant daughter.)
"Are you going to the hospital now?"
"No, I've got time. Just get here as soon as you can. The contractions are too strong for me to drive. I need you to take me."
No problem. Right? Wrong! My daughter lives three hours away. After gaining her promise to call an ambulance if things got too close, I hit the road.
When I say I hit the road, you have to realize that it was Friday, July 1, the first day of the Independence Day weekend. Highway patrol lurked in hidden spots along I-85 ready to nab drivers stupid enough to speed on a holiday weekend.
My body strained to fly, but I squashed that urge for the first two hours. Once I hit Atlanta, I floored it, weaving in and out of traffic like a crazed race car driver.
4th of July holiday traffic clogged the six lanes ignoring my hazard lights, horn blowing, and flashing headlights. I swerved into the far left lane only to get stuck behind a little old lady driving a Chrysler 3000 well below the speed limit. I honked and flashed and beeped to no avail. The drivers in the lane to my right flew by, unwilling to make way. When I finally did get over, I ended up behind another Chrysler 3000. What's the deal Atlanta grannies? Drive 50 mph in the right lane, or better yet, get off the interstate.
After a quick stop to pick up the baby's father, the trip went a little better. We approached the exit stuck in the far left lane. He hung out the window flagging people aside. This is the part that really terrifies me when I think about it. I have no idea how I got to the exit ramp. None of the cars would let us over, and I know I overshot the exit, but I got over somehow. I'm pretty sure I blacked out during that part.
So, if you happened to have spotted a crazy lady racing a white mini-van like a deranged soccer mom on Friday, July 1, I make no apologies, just the admonishment that you don't mess with this grandmother!