How to get to work? That is the question. Actually it’s been the big question troubling me for the last week. I live in a no man’s land where all roads lead in the wrong direction. Seriously. The most obvious way to drive north begins with three miles of driving south!
I’ve told anyone who asks it’s a forty minute trip. Maybe. Sometimes. Difficult to say.
If there’s a wormhole in the space/time continuum I can probably shave off a few more minutes.
Friday night I took a non-intuitive route and made the trip in 35 minutes! “I’d go that way every night,” I said to Helaine, “but I’d get arrested regularly.”
My 35 minute shortcut swung down I-84 to I-691 and then south on a deserted Route 10. The Route 10 speed limit is mostly 40, but goes down to 25 through the center of Cheshire.
Did I mention I was the only one on the road? That will make me easier to catch.
I’m not sure my car can maintain 25 mph without the dashboard breaking into a sweat.
Today I took the back roads past “The Oakdale” toward Route 15, the Wilbur Cross Parkway. Five minutes into my trip I ran into construction. Only one lane was open. I’m not sure how to count this trip minutewise.
Finding the right route could take weeks… maybe months. It’ll give me something to think about for the forty minutes while I drive.