Aside from the pervasive speed traps, Route 91 in Connecticut is typically a quick, uneventful ride running north and south through the state. It can be a refreshing change from the permanent construction zones along MA's Route 93 and the monkey snipers along the superhighway of death known as I-95.

Today, however, I encountered a phenomenon along 91 that's always an interesting experience: Gridlock for no apparent reason. No accident to be found, no roadwork, and no slow car in the passing lane. Simply a 65 mph ride one moment, a 10-minute bumper-to-bumper yawnfest the next, and then suddenly everyone's going 65+ mph again.

I suppose an unexpected, unexplained traffic jam is always more welcome than monkey snipers.

9:47 PM

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Monday, March 29, 2004

Traffic for the sake of traffic