All Posts Tagged With: "commute"

SNAPSHOT: ‘No Bailout’

5:56pm, Northbound Centennial Expressway/I-235
A pair of concerned citizens hang over the 50th Street overpass along the Centennial Expressway letting northbound commuters heading home know how they feel about the government’s proposed economic rescue plan: “No bailout,” read the florescent pink, hand-written signs.

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* Taken with my iPhone

SNAPSHOT: Keep your butt out of my face

6:57am, Broadway Extension southbound
I grabbed a snapshot* of this thoughtless driver this morning on my commute to work after he/she threw out their still-lit cigarette butt out the driver’s side window. Instead of rehashing my feelings about such rude, selfish and carelessness behavior, you can read what I had to say about it three months ago.

Jerk.

* Taken with my iPhone, not necessarily the best at taking sharp pictures in low light while moving, as I’ve noted previously.

Mine is bigger than his

I passed this Smart Car on the way to work this morning and had to take a picture* (for the girls if for no one else). They are kinda cute, certainly quite novel and I’m sure they get great gas mileage. It’s easily less than half the size of my Honda Odyssey and I have no doubt it’s much easier to maneuver through traffic and park in tight spaces. But I can’t help but wonder how these cars would fare in a highway speed wreck. I don’t think it would be pretty — for the car or its occupant.

Even so, this car certainly seems to have plenty of enthusiasts.

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* My apologies for the blurry photo. It’s not easy taking a photo with your iPhone in one hand while trying to drive with your other hand at 70mph the posted speed limit down the Expressway

My not-so-excellent adventure

Let me first say that I hate traffic. My blood pressure has to jump by more than 25 points automatically when hitting rush hour traffic — and that’s before I encounter the inevitable idiots, morons and just-plain-mean drivers. This morning’s commute proved to be much more “exciting” than I ever wanted … and not the good kind of excitement, but rather the heart-pounding, adrenaline-rushing, gut-wrenching, fear-filled kind of excitement. By the time I got out of my car when I arrived downtown, I felt completely drained and my stomach still churning in knots. Continued