Icey Bridges

Decade after decade these signs go unneeded and laughable in Texas. On trips across the state in the summer we point and tee hee over the waste of taxpayer money at these ridiculous signs.

Yesterday, I actually got to see real 'ice on bridges' on my drive home from work at 5:00 pm. After piling up decade upon decade of not driving on icey bridges I was white-knuckling it home, although I tried to keep my face set in a pleasant nonchalant half-smile and my shoulders not too jutted forward. My eyes were just bugged out a little.

As I entered Highway 287 in Arlington, evidently these people had seen horror on the highway and they were all obediently creeping along at 30 miles per hour. There was not one outlaw among them. I began to think that I would safely arrive home in 3 to 4 hours (normally 1/2 hour) but, in one piece.

Oh no, we merge into I20 and it got hairy, my cautious fellow drivers were overtaken my crazed SUVS, jacked up 4-Wheel drive Trucks who apparently felt the need to get home at the normal 70 miles per hour. Believe me, this does not mix with the people who feel the need to go 20 mph over total ice on long bridges hunched over their steering wheels with gritted teeth. It is not comforting to pass cars facing backwards and on their roofs.

But hey, for my practically first dry at driving on icey bridges I did really excellent. Only once, in my own neighborhood, where I was on an incline did I feel the need to run a stop sign. So, I got home in one piece (with only one for two desires to do manual signs at a few drivers who are obviously not from Texas).

Let it snow.