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every year me and my girlfriend go to her folks house and then go to an apple orchard to pick apples. the drive is about 2.5 hours, but always turns to 3-4 hours thanks to traffic and general PA road BS.
Plan ahead!
Although I use my phones GPS to make sure I am always aware of where I need to go next, I notice road signs for exits atleast 2 miles in advance. because of this, I always manage to get to the right side to exit within a mile. I dont care if the right lane is going a bit slow, it's only for a mile. But I always see some bumbling idiot swerve from the far left lane and force his/her way into the exit lane. you had miles to get over without incident, but you have to do it at the last minute and risk everyones life!?
I hate 76
Leaving philly to go north is always a bitch. mostly because route 76 is the worst highway in the area. why? well there is barely any shoulder for many miles, and it is surrounded by a rockwall on both sides... so what happens when an accident happens? shit hits the fan. with barely any shoulder and no where to pull over, accidents make 76 lose all of its usefulness. not to mention, no matter how minor the accident or road work, traffic will go to a crawl so everyone can see the nice fender bender. if I have a passanger, I'll ask them to look, but I hate seeing drivers ahead of me break, and then turn their heads for a good 15 seconds as they continue to slow down on the highway. DRIVE IDIOT!
weaver in traffic
On of the few joys I get out of life is ruining a speeding weavers day by doing nothing but driving normal. This particular trip was mostly traffic, but the left passing lane was crusing along at a good speed. I stuck there, because it was just too difficult to get in the right at the moment and everyone was going the same speed in the left anyway, so I wasn't slowing anyone down. up comes pricky McPrick in his black jag. he comes right up my ass, as if I don't have 100's of cars infront of me causing me to go the speed I am going (20 mph over by the way). everytime there was a pocket opening in the right lane, he would swerve over there to attempt to pass me, without looking ahead in the right lane to see that there was a car only 2 cars ahead of me... not enough space to pass anyone. so he would always zip over, floor it and get to the back of the next car just in time to see the back half of my car continue on in the left lane. this guy repeated this tactic for nearly 30 minutes before he made his exit. good job... you wasted gallons of gas to accomplish absolutly nothing.
Leafers
When I lived on the shore I had Benny's and shobbies. they are slow on the road, don't know where they are going, and clog up every main road in town. living in philly I don't get that anymore, but having a girlfriend from the poconos I was shown a new form of tourist, "the leafer". they are essentially city folk from new york who come to the pocono's to see leaves change. this was odd to me, since I lived in a normal town on the shore, I couldn't imagine driving for more than an hour just to see some yellow and orange leaves. but lowe and behold, they were there in droves. they would slow down at every patch of trees they could see, to take lovely pictures of trees they will see more of in 10 seconds. not taking mind of the fact they are in a one lane road with MANY people behind them getting pissed off. they just cruise at 20 under the speed as everyone gets more and more enraged. sometimes the beeping horns get so loud they pull over to let everyone pass with their middle finger extended. yea... real nice... if I drove like that in your town, I'm sure you would be just as understanding as everyone else.
and finally...
Pockets of mystery
Pockets of mystery is when traffic suddenly appears for about a mile. either it slows, or comes to a complete stop... then when it speeds up again, you notice there is nothing in the road... nothing on the shoulder... no exit for another 10 miles and no sign of any event that would have caused the slow down... it always baffles me. "where did this traffic come from? why did it happen? what the hell!?" had this happen to us on the way up 5 times
Plan ahead!
Although I use my phones GPS to make sure I am always aware of where I need to go next, I notice road signs for exits atleast 2 miles in advance. because of this, I always manage to get to the right side to exit within a mile. I dont care if the right lane is going a bit slow, it's only for a mile. But I always see some bumbling idiot swerve from the far left lane and force his/her way into the exit lane. you had miles to get over without incident, but you have to do it at the last minute and risk everyones life!?
I hate 76
Leaving philly to go north is always a bitch. mostly because route 76 is the worst highway in the area. why? well there is barely any shoulder for many miles, and it is surrounded by a rockwall on both sides... so what happens when an accident happens? shit hits the fan. with barely any shoulder and no where to pull over, accidents make 76 lose all of its usefulness. not to mention, no matter how minor the accident or road work, traffic will go to a crawl so everyone can see the nice fender bender. if I have a passanger, I'll ask them to look, but I hate seeing drivers ahead of me break, and then turn their heads for a good 15 seconds as they continue to slow down on the highway. DRIVE IDIOT!
weaver in traffic
On of the few joys I get out of life is ruining a speeding weavers day by doing nothing but driving normal. This particular trip was mostly traffic, but the left passing lane was crusing along at a good speed. I stuck there, because it was just too difficult to get in the right at the moment and everyone was going the same speed in the left anyway, so I wasn't slowing anyone down. up comes pricky McPrick in his black jag. he comes right up my ass, as if I don't have 100's of cars infront of me causing me to go the speed I am going (20 mph over by the way). everytime there was a pocket opening in the right lane, he would swerve over there to attempt to pass me, without looking ahead in the right lane to see that there was a car only 2 cars ahead of me... not enough space to pass anyone. so he would always zip over, floor it and get to the back of the next car just in time to see the back half of my car continue on in the left lane. this guy repeated this tactic for nearly 30 minutes before he made his exit. good job... you wasted gallons of gas to accomplish absolutly nothing.
Leafers
When I lived on the shore I had Benny's and shobbies. they are slow on the road, don't know where they are going, and clog up every main road in town. living in philly I don't get that anymore, but having a girlfriend from the poconos I was shown a new form of tourist, "the leafer". they are essentially city folk from new york who come to the pocono's to see leaves change. this was odd to me, since I lived in a normal town on the shore, I couldn't imagine driving for more than an hour just to see some yellow and orange leaves. but lowe and behold, they were there in droves. they would slow down at every patch of trees they could see, to take lovely pictures of trees they will see more of in 10 seconds. not taking mind of the fact they are in a one lane road with MANY people behind them getting pissed off. they just cruise at 20 under the speed as everyone gets more and more enraged. sometimes the beeping horns get so loud they pull over to let everyone pass with their middle finger extended. yea... real nice... if I drove like that in your town, I'm sure you would be just as understanding as everyone else.
and finally...
Pockets of mystery
Pockets of mystery is when traffic suddenly appears for about a mile. either it slows, or comes to a complete stop... then when it speeds up again, you notice there is nothing in the road... nothing on the shoulder... no exit for another 10 miles and no sign of any event that would have caused the slow down... it always baffles me. "where did this traffic come from? why did it happen? what the hell!?" had this happen to us on the way up 5 times
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