More Blue Hair Highway!
Why is is that at my age I feel "Young" when travelling the I95 corridor. Maybe it's because relatively speaking I am!
I guess that's really not fair. There is probably someone under 65 in every 15th or 20th car on that road. Coming south from DC to Richmond is always a lot of fun. Normally there is parking lot traffic in either one direction or the other. This time it was stuff coming North that was stopped. And because I was going South, I got to gloat. The neat thing about this picture taken at 8:30 in the morning, and traffic heading into our Nation's Capitol, is that it was taken 30 miles south of DC. They going to be late for work me thinks. Probably govment workers anyway, so it doesn't make any difference if they are.
BTW if I offend anyone in what I say in this blog...I apologize in advance. Sorta like the president [small p intended] apologizing all around the World for the US, while not apologizing in a meaningful manner to the parents of the slain in Benghazi!
The BH Highway makes for some awfully good people watching. Sort of like New York City where the people watching is a real art. Not like taking photographs of course when I say art, but it really can't be beat in that town.
Folks on the highway call into a few categories. Of course there is the Blue Hairs riding in the passenger seats of the vehicles driven by the White Hairs with the deep golf cart tans. That is when they are coming North. Same thing when they head South.....X the tan. Some of them can actually see over the dash boards.
Other of the snowbirds, normally from Canada, bring their RV's. You've seen them. They are the ones with the big wheel three wheelers with large shopping baskets between the rear tires of the trikes. They often are towing a Subaru of unknown vintage and travelling about fifteen miles an hour under the posted speed limits while the rest of the traffic is doing fifteen over. You may think them slow when viewed on the highway, but don't get in front of them when they are headed for the Early Bird Specials at three in the afternoon.
Then there are the Beamers, Caddys, and upscale Lexus where the driver has one of those talking devices wrapped around one ear replete with a speaker for hands free control. The dirty secret with those successful looking guys is that they only talk to someone every 200 miles. The operative word in that sentence is "Looking".
Then there are the corvettes and other flashy, expensive, sleek new vehicles with the top down being driven by some lady who thinks she is still twenty as she passes trucks with hair, hand and skirt waving in the breeze. Never mind that she is over 50 and having a mid life experience that we men could never begin to identify.
The guy two rows over with the sombrero and mustache is driving some early fifties factory created muscle car that gets about nine miles to the gallon. He's being passed [passed I say] by one the those electric egg beaters that has to be plugged into an outlet for power created in a coal fired plant. And right there is the fallacy of the "Green" car. Save gas and use more coal....genius Washington!....we tax payers will never get paid by GM for the "Volt" scam. Think of a piece of tin foil wrapped up into a ball and you get an idea of what one of those little things on the highway will look like in a head on collision.
I did get a fantastic art print from all the fall colors along the highway, but nature cannot hold a candle to the diversity we see in the other cars.
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