So I'm not surprised that the Brazil vs Mexico soccer game was a big draw. (67,584 people, it says here.)
Angela's day does not get off to a good start when 128 traffic gets tied up for miles because people are slowing down to look at the new LED sign the state's put up:
... The sign rotated through messages like, "Drive Safely," and "Buckle Up." Nonetheless, everyone seemed to be mystified by the sign as if it contained detailed instructions on how to win the lottery or something. ...
Worried about ceiling tiles? Better add Rte. 128 catchbasin grates to your list.
Jo addresses a Saab driver on Rte. 128 north:
... I am terribly, TERRIBLY sorry that I didn't intuit your desire to drive straight across from the fast lane to the exit at Trapelo road in one fell swoop. ...
What kind of idiot just slams on the brakes and stops on the onramp from Rte. 9 to Rte. 128? If you're Tommy, the nice people who just sold you their house.
Look, you can change the path of Rte. 1 so it no longer goes down the VFW Parkway, leading us to wonder how to tell people where the Dedham Mall used to be.
But now Channel 5 is running a poll to see if traffic reporters should start calling the highway between I-95 and the Braintree split I-93 instead of Rte. 128.
Endangered Coffee says that would be, no, not the Jamaicaway, but Rte. 128 north of Boston, from I-95 to Cape Ann:
... There are even some onramps where there isn't even the ghost of an acceleration lane. Nope. There are actually stop signs. Stop signs to get onto a major highway. Nothing like testing your reflexes trying to judge when you can go from a deadstop into speeding traffic. ...
Cindy and Jeff highlight why you might be stuck in traffic even if there is no obvious fenda-benda up ahead. Most are pretty familiar to anybody who enjoys traffic on the 3s (and who doesn't?): solar glare, residual backups, vice-presidential motorcades at rush hour, etc., but they also list: Hills. Hills? Apparently, they drive Yugos or 1960s-era VW microbuses loaded with cinderblocks or something:
Why do people still use '128' to refer to Interstate 95?
As it was explained to me by several Boston and Providence natives, the road is Interstate 95 and no longer actually 128. Naturally, this leaves me very curious about why they do it.
On the one hand, Tim admires the graffiti tagger who has gotten his giant "Syms" on locations that are obviously difficult to reach - such as the side of the I-93 upper deck.
On the other hand, Tim wishes the guy would knock it off already:
... There's a lot of graffiti out there that actually makes things look better. This doesn't. This is just about ego, and Syms should be ashamed rather than proud.
Tim has plenty of time to ponder the question as some, um, Rhodyhole in a minivan tries to race him on 128 north.
Tim watches some jerk in a Corolla trying to use his high beams to get ahead on 128 - until he gets behind an Explorer.
Beth gets aggravated by a chick in a Volvo with Vermont plates and a large Quit Smoking bumper sticker during the morning commute, so when she gets ahead of her on 128, she makes a point of lighting up and then flicking the butt out her window.
Tim understands weather-related highway accidents. And he groks night-time crashes caused by drunks. But until the other day, while trying to get onto 93 South from 128 South, he could never figure out accidents that happened in good conditions in the middle of the day, he reports on Boston Crazy Driving (fortunately, he has good reflexes):
Today's lesson comes from Adam, who discovers that if your tire blows on 128, you need to save the wheel it went with.
Maybe the person in the minivan on 128 that Tim didn't see as he was changing lanes will read his post on Why I didn't see you this morning: