There are times when I do miss living around Atlanta. So many good places to eat, concerts, events and the like that I either took advantage of or didn’t and now I wish I had done so while I lived in metro Atlanta.
Then Tuesday morning, while leaving the hotel for the Capitol to complete Effingham Day at the Capitol, I looked at the street and thought, now this I don’t miss, as a line of cars hurtled across Peachtree Street and in front of me as I attempted to make a left turn out of the hotel. And I had contemplated hanging around for a few more hours to go see some friends, grab some lunch, etc., after going back to the hotel and changing from the suit and tie to something much more comfortable.
The more I thought about it, the more I opted to check out and hit the road south once we were done at the Capitol. That turned out to be an extraordinarily wise move.
Years ago, I would laugh as I drove home early in the morning and see the cars stuck in rush hour traffic along I-75. My work schedule and my driving pattern meant that I almost always avoided being in bumper-to-bumper carjams. I got a taste of what I missed last year as I attempted to dash to my hotel to check in between games of the South Effingham-Marist and needed 75 minutes to complete a five-mile trek.
But the stories from Tuesday’s traffic going snowhere in Atlanta made me glad I wasn’t there. The stories of folks spending up to 21 hours in traffic, just trying to get home, of people just leaving the cars and walking home in the cold weren’t just in the handful. There were literally tens of thousands of such instances, as everybody tried to get home at once. Driving in Atlanta is bad enough. Then put everybody going in the same direction at once. Then put ice and snow on the roads on top of that.
Because we don’t get a lot of “snow events” in the state, it doesn’t make a lot of sense to invest money in a fleet of plows and acres of salt and sand to put on the roads. It does make sense to invest in roads, though.