On the way home from Knoxville today we encountered a wreck that had traffic backed up for 6 miles. At that point in time. I’m sure that distance stretched out as the minutes passed and more traffic flowed up from behind.
One of those informational signs read,
“Left lanes blocked after 640 exit, merge right.”
Did anyone merge? A few of us did.
Far too many camped out in the left lane (because it was moving faster than the right lane) until they bumped into the flashing blue, red, and yellow lights, THEN they were in an all-fired rush to be let in by the lanes to the right of them.
I let several in ahead of me while we were back in the “Merge Now” area. Afterward I became a real jerk about it. I do get SO aggravated by self-important people who want to race up to the front of a line that is obviously forming, then force their way in ahead of everyone else.
When we finally got up there 3 lanes of traffic were mooshed over onto the shoulder because a half-dozen fire trucks, a couple patrol cars, some kind of blockade vehicle with lots of flashing lights on it, and two wreckers were trying to clean up a big truck: Ford Excursion I think, that had been pulling a large box trailer. The truck had obviously rolled over at least once – probably more. The trailer was on its side 30 feet or so further down the road from the truck. The firemen were using shovels to scoop up bits of glass, plastic, and metal and toss them back into the truck, turning it into a dumpster. Which was about all it was good for now.
Once we were past the wreck and the road was wide and clear again, many people stomped the pedal and went immediately to Ludicrous Speed. I just stayed over in the right-hand lane and poked along at 70 MPH La, De Dah, De Dum, I’m just a little turtle, pay me no mind.
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH!!!