F 1 D 0 - 2003 08 04 at 0230

Life in the fast lane.

I'd forgotten! I'd forgotten how intense the highway
401 can be.

Today I drove late at night from Guelph to Toronto.

Or more correctly, TONIGHT I drove. LAST NIGHT. What Ever.

I'm tired, but mostly I'm burned out.

Funny, tho.  I can drive nonstop from Thunder Bay to
Toronto area and not experience much pressure. 

It happened in two cycles. 

The first pressure burst was when Highway 69
became Highway 400. It didn't just become divided,
and didn't simply accellerate. 

But it did both of these things. And more.

The posted speed limit for most of the 
trip was 90. This means that the traffic
was moving steadily at 20 kmh over that 
most of the time. This is fine with me.

That also means that people were tailgating
too, which sucks. Someone stops, everyone has
to stop, and most of them simply cannot do
it. Not safely, not even with difficulty.

But this is nothing.

The speed limit increases on the 400 to 100kmh,
and so most of the sane people should be travelling
at 120kmh, right? That's only about 70 miles an hour.

But the insanity started. I saw the average
speed increase to 130, and to keep safe, you
should consider going much faster, perhaps
140 when going down hill.

But I was comfortable enough with that.

There was light, there was reasonable traffic

I lie like a rug.

It started raining, and these fools continue
driving like there is a prize for getting there

The problem with driving slower is how people
indicate their dissatisfaction: they pass and
cut you off very suddenly.

I took Ann to Guelph, where we met her friend
Nan. She was very nice. 

But it was after 10pm when I finally got underway
towards Toronto. 

Highway 6 south was bad enough. People routinely
cross busy traffic to make their turns, without
waiting without looking.

The real surprise happened on arrival to 401 East.

Here all traffic was moving at 140kmh most of the time.
The highway was unlit, and the lines were not reflective.


And as I mentioned, if you go too slowly, then
you have to endure people cutting you off a lot.

I was cut off four times by people driving buses!
Not greyhound.

As you approach the major urban centre, nice things
happen. The highway is illuminated. This is very
helpful, as now I could proceed along with the rest
of the insane drivers, but in so doing, survive the
trip too.

After a bit of driving, it was clear that the safest
lane was the fastest one. It had a shoulder on its
left and people rarely merged in from that side.

So as long as I was comfortable catching up and passing
anyone in that lane, I could also arrive alive.

I did that.

Now I'm at home here.

I'm zonked. Having to race so hard was a stressor
to me. I'm here. And now I'm glad I'm not driving.

I'll see Ann soon, when she either requests a ride
from me, ro she takes Go Transit into town.

That's all I know.