I (hate) 95

The plan was to drive down to the Island and go to Adams to get a quick tune up before the ride. I left at a decent hour (11:15 ish) hoping to drop the bike off and have it ready sometime Friday. The drive from Boston to NY is not that bad and I figured I would be missing the normal traffic scenarios.

Not to be the case.

Listening to 99.1's blue plate special. Hey I enjoy the oldies, it is brought to my attention that a Tractor Trailer jackknifed on 95 around Milford. Yes there is a town called Milford, God Bless America. Not knowing how that impacted my life I go on enjoying Derek and the Dominos and wondering what a jack knife was. I know there was a dive called a jack knife, no wait, that was the can opener. And man if you landed on the wrong angles holy testicles in traction. So as I wondered what that meant the reports kept coming in. All the lanes are closed for two exits... And now Billy Joel's Stranger.... Rubber necking delays heading north...Elton John's Tiny Dancer.

Panic sets in. Oh, for those that enjoy a visual. The A/C is non existent and I am glistening like a thoroughbred. Shirt is off, Aviators are on and I got a tooth pick in the mouth. I think I turned a cabrio full of colege girls lesbo outside Hamden CT.

By the time I got to 95 the accident was over an hour long and most of it cleaned up. For an hour I sat in stop and go traffic wondering what my life would be like if I got that Vespa. I got a dirty look from a soccer mom as I sang along to "I Kissed a Girl" She probably told her kids "Thats why I check your candy at Halloween"

5 plus hours to get home..but I got Super Duper Weanie.

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