I – 24 Bingo!
IT’S RATHER COMMON TO HAVE UNUSUAL THINGS HAPPEN while driving. The world seems to push things to the edge of the road all the time. I’ve been on the road a lot lately. I-24 in Tennessee has risen to the top of my list of fun roads to drive.
I-24 goes through Nashville which may, or may not be relevant. But one thing for sure – Nashville is a city that has outgrown its roads.
No matter what time of day you get there I-24 in Nashville is solid with traffic. On our way through town it was stop and go for 8 miles at 11 AM. I admit that the two car accident slowed things as everybody and their cousin braked to gawk at the cars as they sat on the berm, well off the road. Nashvillians are Gawkers.
Once we passed those two cars everything picked up. The speed limit was still 55mph through town, but no one was going less than 70 – nobody, until the car with the three kayaks tied to the roof became the car with two kayaks tied to the roof. That was fun alright.
Then there was the notification on our GPS that there was another accident ahead. There were no cars involved in that one, just a rather large yacht. No wonder the boat ran aground – it was low tide on the Interstate. Nashville seems to have strange driving: accidents, kayaks, and yachts on the highway. I’m not counting the mattress and box springs. That could happen anywhere.
For some reason I cannot figure out the drivers on I-24 in Tennessee love to change lanes at every opportunity. It doesn’t seem to matter if it is called for or not, they just do it. I told my wife, the lovely and excellent navigator, Dawn, that I would love to see a graphic display showing all of the lane changes on I-24 on any given day. It would be something to see. This is as close as I could come up with on short notice. Maybe they’ve gotten into the habit because of all the kayaks and yachts on the road?
Driving through Tennessee is certainly beautiful. It made me burst into song. “Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier.” That was as far as I got. Dawn insisted. I need to remember to do that only when I’m alone in the car, alone.
I-24 covers a lot of ground in Tennessee. There is a lot of Tennessee to cover. Most of it is East of Terre Haute (That’s French for “Where’s my kayak?”), but it is in the Central Time Zone. I don’t get that at all. I don’t need additional sources of confusion in my life. Just driving on I-24 is enough.
On our way across the countryside of Tennessee toward our destination in Northeast Georgia we crossed from Tennessee into Georgia, then back into Tennessee, then into North Carolina (I have no idea why.) and then into Georgia again. We drove for too long through the Cherokee Nation Forest – about thirty miles of twists and turns that then took us up, up, up, and then down, down, down the other side. The AAA should give out frequent flyer miles for that road.
I-24 – you gotta love it. If you don’t it’ll drive you insane.