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19 January 2010 @ 10:20 am
Driving in the Metroplex: or "Hold Onto Your Teeth, I'm Going to Try Something I Saw in a Cartoon"  
As I now live in my sedate, homely little burgh of one hundred-eighty thousand people, I sometimes forget that I grew up in Irving, Texas; that's a suburb of Dallas, for those of you not well-versed in the geography of the Lone Star State. The city, if you include Ft. Worth and count the surrounding cities, comes to a staggering one point something kagillion people; no lie. Anyhow, I grew up there, traveled all over the metroplex, learned to drive on the highways and byways in the nebulous group of towns where one bleeds right into another and the only way you know you're somewhere else is the tiny green sign you blow by at eighty miles per hour.

I say eighty miles per hour, not because it's the posted speed limit, but because if you choose not to go that fast and say... obey the law, you and your car run the risk of being flattened into a greasy spot on Interstate 635.

I wasn't even driving when we were visiting this past weekend, but Nolan did a great job of maneuvering us through the mess. And he didn't even seek retribution of the other drivers - regular readers of this journal know that my husband has to sometimes be convinced that he is, in fact, NOT the right hand of God, distributing justice to those who've wronged him or others on the road - especially with the people that change lanes giving a hairsbreadth of space between cars. It's an adrenaline pumping, heart-racing thrill ride that you simply forget about when you live in Amarillo. That is, until you come to a screeching halt and you're just STUCK in a line of traffic that you think stretches perhaps as far as Indianapolis, making me absolutely PINE for the annoying series of stoplights on Bell street surrounding I-40, and the fifteen minutes that gets you absolutely anywhere you want to go in town.

I miss the shopping in Dallas, the nightlife, my family and friends, but driving fifty minutes to work for a fifteen mile trip is not something that I ever want to go back to. Amarillo's breezes may not be the best perfumed if they come from the general direction of Hereford, but there's wide open spaces y'all, more sky than you can shake a stick at, and some of the most awesome sunsets that you'll ever see. Come visit and see for yourself, only behave yourself on the roads. I can't watch Nolan ALL the time.
 
 
I feel:: awakeawake
I hear:: Life in Technicolor - Coldplay
 
 
 
sue_bridehead on January 19th, 2010 08:28 pm (UTC)
I know, the freeways in the Dallas area suck. My sister and her husband lived on the Ft. Worth side in Mansfield and had to drive through The Mixmaster. You know, the interchange from hell where you could easily miss the freeway you really wanted to be on? ^_^ What's extra confusing for visitors is that the locals call the freeways by their name, not their number, like Stemmons and LBJ. Hey, my atlas has interstate NUMBERS...those names are not helping me!

I've always wondered why they have highway patrolmen in Texas, considering no one ever seems to get pulled over for speeding. In my many trips coming south from OKC, I only saw one person pulled over (one!) and I don't know how many drivers doing 80-90 down I-35. The mentality is 'Don't you dare get in that left lane unless you mean to use it properly.' They will squash you like a bug. When I see Texas plates out here in Phoenix, I cringe a little and just get out of their way. I'm sure some of them are well acquainted with our photo radar system. ;)

Good for Nolan for playing it cool. :) And aren't you glad to be back in your little podunk town?
Leigh: Will: what plot?leigh_adams on January 20th, 2010 12:17 am (UTC)
Granted, the last time I was in Amarillo, I was about seven years old, but is Cactus Feeders anywhere near Hereford? It would make sense, given the lovely smell I'm sure you wish wasn't blowing towards you (the fact that it doesn't even register as a smell to my nose anymore can just go ignored). And, you know, the name Hereford itself.

I just ask because we do business with Cactus Feeders. I think I still have a hat from them. :)
dragonsangel68: Button - I'm smiling that should scare ydragonsangel68 on January 20th, 2010 12:53 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad I'm not the only one who has a husband who feels they have to point out the driving faults of others in some meaningful way... Only mine drives a roadtrain, which is a bit scary if the accused don't listen...