Just before midday the traffic started to move in fits and starts as the three lanes merged into one. A little over twenty miles from home I passed the scene of the accident where repair crews were patching up a large stretch of the barrier in the central reservation, and then I was free.
An open road and 'Now that's what I call David Collins' on the stereo - let's go!
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
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