Atlanta, I don’t love you
Road Trip Gone Wrong
Drove up to Tennessee last weekend.
When I put the route into my GPS, it said the trip would take ten hours. Hit some button or something, and then it said the trip would take 11 hours. So I wasn’t sure how long it would take but I knew I needed to plan the whole day for it.
Decided to leave at 7 and figured I’d get there maybe by 6 or 7 that night, which would be 5 or 6 Tennessee time, since it’s in Central time.
I left at 7 but decided to go by WaWa and get a breakfast sandwich and coffee for the way out of town. Baaaaaaad idea!
What was I thinking?
The WaWa is in Kissimmee (Where Disney is), so to get there I had to go through morning work traffic on 192 heading into Kissimmee, and that put me at 8 am before I even got on the turnpike to begin my trip!
I totally did not think that one through. But I decided not to stress about it. My daughter was waiting for me in Tennessee, but it wasn’t like I had a hard deadline to make.
I knew I wanted to make it to Atlanta and go through not at lunch time or during rush hour. I thought I had that pretty much nailed.
Hit the Georgia border and the rains began. And the construction. And the alternate routes.
Getting through Georgia and the Atlanta area took HOURS.
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I kept getting rerouted, which actually had its benefits because the rerouting took me on back roads that were really beautiful. Of course all the rest of the traffic was rerouting, too, so there were a lot of us taking the back roads, but I guess at the end of the day, we saved time doing that.
The Atlanta area was stop and go, and there was heavy construction and it was just pouring. At one point the car in front of me braked suddenly, and I thought for sure I was going to rear-end it. My foot had the brake pedal crammed to the floor and I was still coming up to the car waaaaay too fast.
I was in the left lane, so I veered off, but as I passed the car, I heard a big bang, and I knew for sure that I had hit it. I was like, DANG!!! You’ve got to be kidding me!
I pulled over and stopped, but the other car never pulled over. Instead, two other cars pulled over. The front guy jumped out, checked his bumper, gave the second guy a thumbs up, and they both pulled back onto the road and disappeared.
No one else pulled over. I was mystified. I got back on the road and then saw my passenger side mirror. It had folded in and the mirror part was shattered. That must’ve been the bang: the mirror must’ve hit the other car and then folded in with such force that the mirror part whooped out and hit the window and shattered.
Later I saw that the wheel cover had also come off and there were some light scratches on that side of the vehicle. Bummer about the mirror, but I was super grateful to have gotten off that easy!
Finally made it to Cookeville around 8 p.m. Long day, but I made it.