24 April 2005
Hydroplane and fancy
Thoughts on driving in the rain, from Syaffolee:
Something about driving in the rain raises my hackles. More people than usual seem to have a death wish on the road, driving fast and reckless. They tailgate, even when I reach five miles over the speed limit. The slick grayness and the churning clouds overhead is this what dares people to tread that line between here and oblivion? Is it because unlike their dull jobs and boring home lives, this is the only moment that they feel alive?
For myself, I offer the following explanation: It's dangerous out there, what with wet roads, which reduce your traction, and idiot drivers, which reduce your patience. So I tend to speed up, if only to reduce the time I have to spend in this hazardous environment.
On the other hand, I have enough sense not to overdrive either my tires or my vision. If it's coming down so hard that I can't see two feet in front of my car, I'm off to the shoulder, and there I will sit.
And from there, I can watch the curious beauty of it all:
I must admit there's a certain beauty about rainy traffic. A car is not just a car but a mechanical mermaid rising out of a silver mist as the hind wheels kick up water. The roads are dark things curling intimately around dripping hills and buildings and budding trees. Perhaps the other drivers feel this too and subconsciously desire that morbid thought of running aground, skin upon cold wet pavement.
Less the wet stuff, this is about how I feel about driving at night. Unfortunately, I don't see as well as I'd like.Posted at 7:11 PM to Driver's Seat