Driving at night in pouring rain obviously is a tad less fun than reclining on a hammock while drinking your favorite adult beverage on a starlit — and dry — evening.
Having your car mimic a bar of soap being buffeted about in a tsunami can turn knuckles whiter than a shade of pale.
As you may have noticed, it rains quite frequently in these apocalyptic times. Actually, rain is an understatement. We now have tropical downpours.
The sky has become one gigantic rainbow showerhead. The heavens are juicer than a summer peach.
Many Pennsylvania highways are no match for nighttime storms that cascade across them. And I’m not even talking about flooding. I’m talking about faded white paint that makes it impossible to delineate what traffic lane you are in.
Driving blind in a carwash is no way to navigate life even if you’re listening to Blind Faith’s only album on the car CD.
It happened to my wife and I the other night on 422 driving home to Berks County from the Trappe/Royersford entrance.
Granted, 422 is a mess these days even at High Noon on a sunshine-splashed day. Perpetual construction pockmarks the highway with cement cattle chutes that clog traffic as effectively as too much salt water taffy clogs arteries.
On a night when it’s raining cats, dogs, sharks and whales, you might as well be wearing a blindfold and smoking a cigarette while driving because either way you can’t see spit.
Needless to say, we were more uptight than a clam with lockjaw.
I realize that PennDOT and municipalities have enough road projects on their plate to stretch until the 22nd century, assuming that our descendants don’t all have their private spaceships by then.
But dispatching some crews to refresh the traffic lanes on busy highways should be a prime priority.
It’s time to paraphrase the Rolling Stones and all sing aloud: Paint It White!