‘R’ is for ‘Reverse’

I don’t like my work commute. Rush hour in Houston has to rank among the worst in the nation. Isn’t it terrible to think that making it home in an hour would be one of the good drives home? Almost as terrible as me writing about traffic two entries in a row… 😛

Now I do not condone wreckless driving! I understand the desire to get out of such terrible traffic, but I don’t see how that excuses wreckless driving that puts others in danger. If you’re too stupid to comprehend the importance of life, then I only worry about the others you put in danger, haha

Last week I saw something I never thought I’d see. As I drove on a road parallel to a train track, I glanced to the right to look at an intersecting road that drives over said train track. There were two cars that sat safely in front of the train track waiting their turns to get onto the road I’m on. I see a third car pull up behind them, however that car is now sitting on the train track. Obviously that guy is eager for his turn, and is technically safe as long as there’s no train coming

I look further down the track and notice that yes, indeed, there is a train coming. I look back over at the third car, who is now trying to inch over the train track without hitting the cars in front of him. The cars are trying to inch forward as well, but not much room. The front guy can’t find an opening to jump onto my road because, like I mentioned, traffic here sucks. My road is too full and no one would let the other guy in

I look behind at that third guy, and there’s no one behind him. Common sense says you could easily reverse behind the train track and eliminate any danger and everyone is safe. However, Mr. Eager just doesn’t see this as an option. Apparently his priority of making it home sooner ranks higher than not being hit by a train

At this point, I had passed that intersection and am now looking via rear view mirror and side mirror. The train is getting closer and is honking at the car, whose back half of the car is now only left on the tracks, and trying to slow down. I thought of all the tv shows and movies I’ve seen in my life involving cars sitting on train tracks and how dumb they seemed to me. "Who would write this in a script? How could a character be so dumb?", I would always wonder

Turns out there can be people this dumb. The front guy finally finds a way onto my road (I think someone let him in because they saw the potential disaster awaiting), and Mr. Eager manages to avoid the collision

moral of the story: He was lucky to get out of danger that was set-up by his own dumb decision. Therefore, I credit this to dumb luck!

Have a Nice Day!