I had a friend with an interesting commute. He worked in San Jose for a now defunct disk drive manufacturer, Maxtor (bought by Seagate I believe). He used to write the system code for the drives.
He lived in Reno, Nevada and every Sunday night would start his long commute to San Jose. I would say that he drove almost 300 miles, down the Sierras, through the Valley, then into the Bay Area. This could be through rain, snow, traffic.
Every Friday evening, he would drive back to Reno. I can only imagine trying to navigate the Bay Area traffic gridlock on the way back to Reno after a week’s work – then, what has become common, Sacramento area gridlock.
Posted by lex, on November 21, 2007
I really can’t do much better than does the WSJ this time of year, and has done since 1961 – so I’ll quote liberally:
Here beginneth the chronicle of those memorable circumstances of the year 1620, as recorded by Nathaniel Morton, keeper of the records of Plymouth Colony, based on the account of William Bradford, sometime governor thereof:
So they left that goodly and pleasant city of Leyden, which had been their resting-place for above eleven years, but they knew that they were pilgrims and strangers here below, and looked not much on these things, but lifted up their eyes to Heaven, their dearest country, where God hath prepared for them a city (Heb. XI, 16), and therein quieted their spirits.
When they came to Delfs-Haven they found the ship and all things ready, and such of their friends as could not come with them followed after them, and sundry came from Amsterdam to see them shipt, and to take their leaves of them. One night was spent with little sleep with the most, but with friendly entertainment and Christian discourse, and other real expressions of true Christian love.
Posted by lex, on August 14, 2006
Well, that’s a blow: Got a call back from UC Cyclery, where I’d dropped my bike off for a shakedown after my little car-vaulting excursion last weekend. It turns out that carbon fiber is susceptible to stress risers – bubbles in the frame – that can propagate over time into sudden, catastrophic failure modes. They’ve found flaws in the both the fork and the head tube, ugh:
To live here.
By Lex, on Thu – August 18, 2005
Traffic today, on the northbound 5. Like you’ve never seen before, a parking lot before we even got to LaJolla. Seems that there were earlier delays, and so many of those who finally broke free just couldn’t wait to race into their own accident. Jaysus but it was a mess.
By lex, on October 20th, 2003
Social Psychology in SoCal, defined by traffic patterns
I live in Carmel Valley, just across the 5 from Del Mar, California, home to the Del Martians. The Del Martians are blessed by proximity to the ocean, and exceptionally high property values. Nothing so enhances the value of a house, whether it be a shotgun shack or pleasure dome, as an ocean view. In a pinch, a “peek ocean view” will suffice to raise the fee of admission by a couple of hundred thousand dollars. Lawsuits have been lodged against those down hill that have, over the course of the last 50 years or so, permitted a tree to obscure what once had been a peek ocean view.
We Carmel Valley types are not quite there yet. We have ready access to the Elysian fields, even the same area code, but we are definitely across the 5.
By Lex, on October 8, 2008
Magic Mountain all day, at the behest of SWMBO V3.0 and one of her cohort. The Hobbit having taken a pass.
Pray for me, and talk amongst yourselves.
Update: A pretty good day. Traffic up the 5 was smooth at 0730 – herself can be quite the slave driver when it comes to her entertainment – and we got to the park with time to spare. Your correspondent immediately saw the X2 ride and determined to have at it, but the lady insisted upon intervals of warm-up in lesser contraptions. Wise beyond her years as it turns out.
Only $29.99 if you purchase on line, as against $59.99 at the door. Which makes it a no-brainer. They still nickle and dime you here and there: It costs a dollar to stow all loose gear in a little locker for the two minutes spent shrieking on the ride. A smarter man might have left it all in the car, but who goes anywhere without a cell phone anymore?