grid lock

3:30 p.m. 1st attempt to leave indy.

wreck on 65. traffic backed up. continued on,
almost out of petrol - gas...

and went, and went, and went some more w/out
any sign of a station of the gas

and then i finally found one,
swinging in on fumes alone.

pumped some gas into box
with wheels and held the
hood for a lady so she
could put oil in her
car - how ironic,
eh?

back to the hi-way-
apocalyptic drag-race to the death.
and then stop.
another accident.

start. stop.
start. stop.

guy in truck
jockeys for
position at
5 miles per
hour...

finally break
free and then
there's gridlock
where they're
fixing 69 so i
start and stop
and start and
stop again and
there's one car that goes real slow,
not letting people rush ahead to
cut into line. happened eventually,
though - people in a hurry to get home.

the exit a few hundred feet away.

driving on the berm to get off the exit
after earlier beeping at someone for
doing the same.

and then pendleton was gridlocked
because a thousand other friday-
wanna-get-home joes had thought
up the same thought as me - we'll
go around.

finally through town, though, and
there was this look on one driver's
face - in the opposite lane, waiting
to turn left - that said it had been
happeneing everyday since the work
on the inter-state began and 1,000s
of tgif-joes had a brilliant idea - sneaking
through pendleton.

and then back on 67/69. and then
grid lock. and then finally home.

safe.

whatta day.