"It was raining in the city by the bay...the hard rain."
I was talking with someone tonight and joked about "coming down right now" to the Bronx to give her a little present I'd picked up earlier. She said, "How about you do that!" and was very serious. So, I figured, why not, even at 9 p.m. on a Sunday when I work the next day. We'd just get coffee and that would be it. There was one problem, though: the torrential rains hadn't let up all freaking day. Even now, coming up on 1 a.m., it's still coming down with howling winds.
Well, I take that back. The problem was with the idiot drivers who can't handle wet roads, not the rain itself. I had no problem at all going down I-684 at 75, flying by others seemed to have trouble maintaining 50. My car doesn't even have rain-rated tires. Now, the Hutchinson and Bronx River Parkways do flood badly in this kind of weather, and it's proper that they were closed, but what the frig was up with the mile-long backup going from I-287 onto southbound I-95? And as always, you have the goddamn morons who go as far as they can, then try to butt into the exit lane 50 feet before the ramp. There must be a special circle of hell just for them.
I spent 20 minutes waiting to get on I-95, then another 40 running around Purchase and eventually doubling back. I should have given up then and there and went straight home, but I thought I'd give the Sprain Parkway a try. It was wide and clear, but just before it joins the Bronx River Parkway, we were diverted onto Central Avenue. Eventually I doubled back and went home, which disappointed the two of us.