Hi all, I have neglected this blog for way too long and it’s time to get my “blog on,” again. Like I’ve said in previous posts, one of the things that I most look forward to and makes me hate my commute a little less, are some of the most interesting things I see being hauled or driven on the highways and byways of Atlanta and other major cities.
Such was the case the other day while I was driving home from my office on Ashford-Dunwoody, at the top end of the Perimeter of Atlanta. First of all, traffic was horrendous as usual and pretty much, “stop and go,” while I was trying to maneuver to the left hand lanes while everyone else was trying to shift to the right to get on the GA-400. Let me just say this, what idiot with a Civil Engineering degree designed the Atlanta highway infrastructure and was he high on life or just martinis? The reason I ask is obvious to any of you who have actually driven in and out of Atlanta. And what’s up with ”Spaghetti Junction”? They don’t call it that for nothing you know.
So on with my very interesting story of a new item viewed being hauled down I-285. So I’m driving along and all of a sudden, I spy something in the distance that looks like a jet fighter on the highway and at first I thought it was a “downed aircraft.” But then I noticed it moving, slowly like me, but I had to get a better look. So I sped up, zipping in and out of traffic in my little Nissan Versa to get closer and yes….see if I could snap a picture with my iPhone, while stopped next to it. (*Disclaimer….because we never use our cell phones while actually driving, no texting and no picture-taking.)
I was actually close enough to see that it was the entire wing span of some sort of Air Force aircraft. It looked like it had been in battle and perhaps being hauled away for junk or maybe to be refurbished. It did provide a grim reminder that we still have our boys and girls over seas fighting for this country and I hoped and prayed that whomever last flew that plane didn’t go down with it, if in fact, it did go down. It reminded me that “freedom isn’t free.” And I quietly thanked God for the men and women who put their lives at risk everyday for our freedom.