Spike:i like how live from bolt bus has morphed
to live from hell
7:15 PM me: well its in real time
like right now
where our bus is stuck
and the wheels are spinning
and the driver cant move
because he decided to drive on the shoulder.
Spike: woah like really stuck?
me: like, this might be it.
the fatal moment in the journey
we are backing up
repeatedly
Spike: what are they going to do
me: going in reverse
7:16 PM on the highway
with cars and trucks going past us
Spike: oh no
me: and we cant get out of this rut
Spike: uh oh
me: and there is an accident up ahead
this is F*ING BRILLIANT
7:17 PM i'm going to sign off for a bit
Spike: its a perfect storm
We finally got out of our snow rut a few dragged-out minutes later, and got past an accident that was holding up so much traffic. Past that, there are only a few cars dotted along the road with us, which is, in its own way, even more terrifying. Becuase now there are no lanes, very few people out, and we're going 45 mph. Good for time, terrifying from the front seat. Also, drivers in New England - bus drivers included - all drive *really* close to the other lanes of traffic. This doesn't happen in the midwest. We like our space. And dislike motor accidents.
In the last 30 seconds, we've seen two cars off the road, plowed into the shoulder.
So now we're past Yale University on the Century Division Memorial Highway, whatever that is. At this new lightning speed of 40 mph, we've passed Milford (isn't that where Tim is from?), Stratford and New Haven. I think now we're passing Hamden, an unfortunately named town 133 miles southwest of Boston.
ADDED: We've just caught up with, and now passed, another BOLT BUS that we saw back when we were stuck in the snow. I'd like to comment that we're passing cars like it's a game of Frogger at this point.
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