Yesterday was one of the beautiful days in Jersey, I was driving with windows down. Positively don’t remember the last time we drove windows down. That pleasure didn’t last long though since we are treated with some rain this morning. Little mountains of dirty snow still is piled all around the streets and here comes more of it today after noon.
Its real amazing to watch people drive (and see yourself drive!) here in falling snow and in heavy rain. This is probably the only time I have seen cars moving around the posted speed limit. On a normal day, if a car is driving slow, (meaning on speed limit or little under), 9 out of 10 drivers would ditch it as some poor old double-lensed grandma (Naturally, she sees two cars for every car on the road!). So on this rainy day, as I witness the cars move slowly, my strange mind wonders why the hell all the grandmas and grandpas are out so early in the day. But I failed to realize that I am myself acting like a petrified grandpa grappling the steering wheel with both hands, fixing my eyes on the every lane ahead, eyeing the speedometer every 10 seconds and turning the wipers up and down repeatedly after a truck splashes a chunk of the dirty rain on to my windshield!
I understand grandmas are adorable, but…try not to get mad when she is driving at 35 mph (on a 60 mph zone) and holding you and an entire fleet of cars behind, at her mercy? Its tough.
