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March 20, 2007

I have stared down the maw of the demon and I know who he is.

The 520 Bridge.

My new job is over in Kirkland. It’s a little over 8 miles to the east. Eight miles and two lanes of pure despair.

On a good day, it’s one of the most beautiful drives in the country. Ten minutes from Seattle to the Eastside. To the south, Mt Rainer with Mt Baker to the north. The Cascade Mountains are to the east and to the west, the city of Seattle rising above Capitol Hill, framed by the Olympic Mountains.

On a bad day it’s a grey, wet, congested disaster. Forty-five minutes across each way and thats if you’re lucky. Throw in an accident or a ball game and you’re looking at 75 minutes. If things are really going your way, they’ll close it due to weather and you’re looking at three or four hours around the lake.

Add in the cheaters in the car pool lane and you have an explosive combination that would turn the most relaxed of drivers into Mad Max. You’ve got backed up on-ramps merging across car poll lanes into backed-up traffic all merging together on the two lanes going over the bridge. It’s a beauty.

Of course, I could just ride the bus……

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One comment

  1. Car poll lanes! What a great idea. Get a good start from back at the top of Yarrow Point coming down Medina hill with a giant pole vault pole on the roof of the car. With a good plant you could get nicely airborne. That’s when one of these would be helpful:



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