THE HIGHWAYS OF MICHIGAN — The past two weeks were spent shuttling between my on-site workplace in West Michigan and Chelsea's abode, outside Fort Wayne.
Driving on a flat highway for 5 hours may sound redundant, but when you're in Michigan, there's never a dull moment to report.
Here's my story.
- The speed limits on Michigan highways is 70 mph, but Michiganders are keen in the ways of magic, and break through that nature-imposed "limit" and found out how to drive 90. But they do understand that construction happens — and it did — so they will honor the workers on the side of the road and slow up to 85.
- Gas stations make a fortune on 20-oz bottled beverages. Centimeters away from those tantalizing fridges are soda fountains. Typically a 44-ounce caffeine fix will run you about $1.50, whereas those money grubbing bottles are about a dollar. And there's no point in buying a 20-ounce bottle because those tiny mouths make it dang gum near impossible to whiz in them later.
- Another soda option is to purchase a combo meal with a large drink at a common place like McDonald's, then refill it all that day at locations where you can fill your own drink.
- I drove by Climax, Michigan. Suffice to say, this was the high point of the drive. After passing Climax, the trip kind of went downhill.
- Suddenly the cars ahead of you slam on their brakes. It's amazing to see cars go from 90 to 0 in a few seconds, but we're in Michigan. They know how to do this kind of thing. After swerving back and forth in my lane to see what the raucous is, I see no sign of crumpled metal or severed body parts. At least that's what I thought, but then I saw it. The flesh and blood was in a pile next to the concrete median, and it was quite gruesome. Then again, it was a deer. You'll have that in these parts. Traffic keeps moving.
- So much driving will make your bladder try and escape out of your lower torso. At times like this it is wise to not piddle in your own seat, even if it is a rental. So after my urethra pulled a Scotty ("I cannot hold it much longer!") I found a nearby McDonald's, breathed a sigh of relief while releasing my trail of warmth and went back and refilled my McDonald's cup.
- I saw a Michigan driver use the turn indicator. My kingdom for a camera.
- More construction was had in — of all places — a downtown metro area. When the four lanes whittle down to one, you do the classy thing and get in that lane as soon as possible. And when Porsches speed by you to get to the front of that queue, you do the classy thing and chuck your 20-ounce bottle of whiz at it.
- There are way too many cities in Michigan that sound similar: